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"
Some
,
I
guess
,
but
mos
’
ly
cow
bones
.
"
"
We
gonna
get
to
see
them
bones
?
"
"
Maybe
,
I
don
’
know
.
Gonna
go
’
crost
her
at
night
.
That
’
s
what
Tom
said
.
Tom
says
we
get
the
livin
’
Jesus
burned
outa
us
if
we
go
in
daylight
.
"
"
Feels
nicet
an
’
cool
,
"
said
Winfield
,
and
he
squidged
his
toes
in
the
sand
of
the
bottom
.
They
heard
Ma
calling
,
"
Ruthie
!
Winfiel
’
!
You
come
back
.
"
They
turned
and
walked
slowly
back
through
the
reeds
and
the
willows
.
The
other
tents
were
quiet
.
For
a
moment
,
when
the
cars
came
up
,
a
few
heads
had
stuck
out
between
the
flaps
,
and
then
were
withdrawn
.
Now
the
family
tents
were
up
and
the
men
gathered
together
.
Tom
said
,
"
I
’
m
gonna
go
down
an
’
take
a
bath
.
That
’
s
what
I
’
m
gonna
do
—
before
I
sleep
.
How
’
s
Granma
sence
we
got
her
in
the
tent
?
"
"
Don
’
know
,
"
said
Pa
.
"
Couldn
’
seem
to
wake
her
up
.
"
He
cocked
his
head
toward
the
tent
.
A
whining
,
babbling
voice
came
from
under
the
canvas
.
Ma
went
quickly
inside
.
"
She
woke
up
,
awright
,
"
said
Noah
.
"
Seems
like
all
night
she
was
a
-
croakin
’
up
on
the
truck
.
She
’
s
all
outa
sense
.
"
