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Show 83. He'd never knoxm a winter in Blue Burg when there hadn't been shooting and fighting caused by cheating in the cabins. There xras alx«ays gold to be bet; sometimes a man's xrhole winter's work would be lost in one night. It xrasn't only the gold l o s t , Bill thought, i t xras that men lost trust in each other and that then seeped into every other thing they did together. Olaf handed a piece of the deer hide he'd noxr scraped over to Sunny. smooth and clean of hair/ "You've a steadier hand than I have," he said. "Will you cut me four long thin strings?" Olaf went over to the crib and measured L i t t l e B i l l 's foot. He stood up and looked a t his hunting knife then leaned doxm .again and measured. "This kid's goin' to be a giant!" Quickly Olaf made four outlines on the deer skin stretched out on the t a b l e . Sunny looked over a t them. "Olaf, who taught you how to make moccasins?" Olaf sat doxm and started cutting out one of the soles. His face hardened and set, and he xrorked on xrithout moving his eyes from the deer skin. He got up again, put l i t t le B i l l ' s foot on the sole he had cut, glanced into the shack a t Weasel, xrho xras lying face up and asleep-covered high xrith blankets, adjusted the pattern a l i t t l e , and marked on i t with hie knife. "My wife, Sunny, taught me to make moccasins.,. She got sick a f t e r our second son xras born, and |
