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Show 104-. he understood and shout back. Like a miracle though his skin cleared. This b l i z z a r d wasn't nearly as bad as the one in December, and t h e r e xrere days when the xrind seemed almost calm; but then i t xras so b i t t e r cold t h a t even in the middle of the day the men c o u l d n ' t screen, and no one thought of t r y i n g to make the t r i p into Blue Burg. Olaf's liquor supply gave out, and, if they hadn't butchered the horse t h e y ' d have been meatless and t h a t xrould have meant t h e ir f l o u r and beans xrould have gone too f a s t. The horse meat xras so bloody B i l l oould hardly stomach t h e p r e p a r a t i o n of i t . It load an odd, soft, ozzy texture xrhich made i t hard to c u t . This he kept to himself. He'd bring in the frozen meat as he needed i t , and, as i t thaxred, h e ' d cut i t up and pour the bloody juice into L i t t l e B i l l 's broth t h a t he always kept simmering on the stove. The smell of the l i v e r on h i s hands xras a t r i a l . Just as the smell a f t e r he'd skinned a small xrild animal stayed on h i s hands, so did t h i s l i v e r smell; he guessed i t xras t h e worst thing about cooking. He'd wash and xrash xrith his strong home-made soap, and then go out and scoop up gravel and sand in the bottom of the spring and scrub and scrub u n t i l he c o u l d n ' t stand the cold xrind h i t t i n g his wet hands any longer. This xrould freshen them up some but r e a l l y it had t o xrear off. He xrondered sometimes if he'd been able |