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We watch him come around the corner and mount the steps. He does not look at us. "You ready? " he says.
"If you're hitched up," I say. I say "Wait. " He stops, looking at pa. Vernon spits, without moving. He spits with decorous and deliberate precision into the pocked dust below the porch. Pa rubs his hands slowly on his knees. He is gazing out beyond the crest of the bluff, out across the land. Jewel watches him a moment, then he goes on to the pail and drinks again.