But that boy's his, and don't you tell me he ain't. Lorena couldn't. Clara looked puzzled for a moment--she had forgotten that that was what they called the picnic spot on the Guadalupe. Everyone wondered when he would stop going north, but no one dared ask.
Do you know Dee Boot? she asked the cowboys. We could hire a little more help, he said. If only I would, Clara thought--I'd be with my boys. That was a long time ago, before my boys died.
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