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Show 169. to get there-smothered xrhile xre xrere searching for him at Blue Burg. We buried him in the Dream nine grave yard. That's xrhy we xrere gone so long." "Smothered xrhile I xras out pulling doxm the coxr-shed- could have heard him shout, surely a gun shot " "Remember Bill hoxr xre f e l t about him right then? Why c a l l for help to get strung upi" Olaf asked. "Greed alone probably xrouldn't have made him do t h is axrful thing. It xras being cooped up as long as xre xrere-his need to gamble " "Yeah, "Olaf said,"and his ornoriness-got xrhat he deserved!" " I ' v e seen men turn to violence,and at least he didn't do t h a t , " B i l l said. Sunny res quiet, and his open young face looked sobered almost to t e a r s , but he sxrung the flour onto the table. "Should I take the time to make biscuits?" Bill asked. "The soup is ready to go." Olaf nodded. "We need some bread and the sick at Blue Burg will need i t even more." "Won't take too long-fire's up." Bill found the flour damp, and he dug doxm into the center of i t to find the d r i e s t . He mixed up the biscuits, and put the f i r s t pan right into the oven. olaf xrent over and stood looking doxm a t L i t t l e Bill. Finally he said, "Kept the quinine doxm, didn't he? Bill nodded. "Even took a drink of broth-only one though. Biscuits look done." |