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Show 122. £ Bunny's cards as he played s o l i t a i r e but as Sunny played i t , it xias no relaxing game. He h i t the table just as hard as he could xrith each card and xrould yell and shadow box around if he made i t , and i n s i s t on explaining about hoxr close he'd come to xrinning if he lost. Bill could feel Weasel's resentment of Sunny's s o l i t a i re playing. Weasel xrould turn his back in one lunge towards the lean-to, and pull his blankets nearly over his head. Time a f t e r time Bill almost asked Sunny to put his cards axray but he xrasn't gambling, and now that Weasel xras on the mend Bill didn't figure he had any right to t e l l Sunny hoxr he should spend his time. Sunny's youth and strength, which xrere a pleasure xrhen there xras xrork to do, could noxr be annoying. The xray he'd make such a big fuss, carrying In great loads of xrood, c a l l ing for someone to open the door, and then slamming the xrood doxm and shouting a t everyone as though he xrere s t i ll outside. L i t t l e Bill loved the noise he'd make and would scream a t him to push heads. The fourth day Weasel's bunk load been in the main room of the shack, Sunny came in shouting, "Damn t h i s xrind, xron't i t ever let up?" He turned to L i t t l e Bill. "Hoxr you goin' to eat if we just lounge around and sleep a l l winter. I ' l l not have enough gold to even get over the mountains. Hard life-hull? |