It had already waited a year, unless she had gotten it from one of the returning cowhands. If it wasn't the case, then he wondered what made the difference. It would be discouraging to have to give him up--she told herself if the mother didn't want him bad enough to come and get him, then the mother was too foolish to have him. The grass was thick and wavy and there were plenty of streams.
It was just the worst luck. I was hit with a stove lid once or twice. She was too intelligent to waste her energies at a time when she knew he would be set for trouble. Deets had even imagined doing it, a few times--propping a ladder against the old full moon, and stepping on.
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