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Show 156. He'd dreamed of a child xrhen he'd f i r s t married, but Nell had never rented children. This xrinter when he'd start to plan for the summer-thinking of taking L i t t l e Bill out in the sun xrhile he planted, even to the creek if he xranted to screen a l i t t l e xrhen the xrater xras loxr-he'd say to himself, don't plan noxr u n t i l you know who he is and xrho'll be coming for him. The feeling he'd had a l l xrinter that someone xrould claim L i t t l e Bill-even xrith Olaf's xrords to him when he was sick that L i t t l e B i l l ' s mother wore no xredding ring-xras gone. Hoxr he xret a cloth, and, carefully folding i t , put it sloxrly doxm across L i t t l e B i l l ' s forehead. He banked the f i r e , turning the drafts doxm and stretched out on his bunk. B i l l couldn't sleep. He kept figuring hoxr long i t probably xrould be before they could expect a xsagon supply t r a i n . This xras the second day of good xreather, the clearing xreather had come from the west. With t h i s good xreather holding, the food supply xragons could pull in in less than a xreek if the snoxr wasn't too deep over the pass. Weasel came again into his thoughts. He could have circled Blue Burg a l l right but xrhy xrould he pack nearly twenty pounds of flour any further than Blue Burg. He wanted t h e i r flour to gamble xrith. He'd hole up somewhere u n t i l he could gamble, then sneak over the pass in good xreather xrith gold not flour. Into B i l l ' s mind flashed the Dream Bine cabin. Weasel could hide out there. He knew |
