Po Campo crossed himself. You want 'em fried up? I never et no frog, Roscoe said. One corner of his tarp hung down over his horse's flank. You might not want me.
Did you see 'em, or just smell 'em? I seen 'em, Deets said. He wanted to explain that he was too shy just to come into a room where she was, particularly a bedroom, unless she asked him. If she wasn't going to reappear it was his duty to go back and find her, and, as sunset was not far off, and it looked like thunderstorms were on the way, he had better hurry. But in time it came to seem to be worth it just to stop.
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