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Show 180. tin cup. "How far behind is the food?" "Not far," Olaf said. Something was wrong with Sunny. His usually pleasant young face was surly. Olaf kept talking in a loud voice for him, even though he was drinking. "These men plan to go all the way to the Mississippi by way of Fort Leavenworth- through Kansas and lead a wagon train back from St. Louie." Sunny still didn't say a word, just looked sore and depressed. Bill went about washing up the buckets they'd brought back, wondering what had happened between him and Olaf. Finally he turned the buckets over on the back of the stove to dry, closed the door and sat down at the table with a cup of coffee. Olaf picked up the water bucket, and emptied it Into the tea kettle-an unusual chore for him to be doing-and went out the door with it. Sunny had slouched down in the corner away from them without even taking off his coat and was looking at the floor, arms handing down lopsely over his chest; he was certainly as Olaf would put it-down in the valley. Bill said, "What's wrong Sunny?" "Sunny just shook his head." "You better get it off your chest." "She's married Billl" he blurted out. "Mandy's married up with the preacher and gone to live in Placerville. |