Clara came out, still holding the baby, and sat in a rocker. Thinking about the ridicule that would involve, he decided just to let the boot squish. Deets had been sent to find a crossing, but came back almost before he had left. Allen O'Brien had the opposite response.
Po and Deets, the acknowledged experts on weather, discussed the situation and admitted they didn't know when it might stop raining. Her eyes flashed as she lectured her daughters, neither of whom was taking the lecture silently--both were trying to talk back but the mother didn't pause to listen. The boy was cooking venison and the old man propped against his saddle muttering over a Bible when Call walked in with his pistol drawn. It was Deets, finally, who understood and helped.
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