Po Campo hated to leave the river. If that happened, he'd soon be on trial for one accident or another. He wanted to ask Deets some questions, but between one flash and another Deets vanished. It occurred to him that beauties were his real calling, if he had one, and he wondered what could have possessed him to start out with a
Well, Martin, your pa showed up, she said, grinning at the baby. He kept his ten-gauge near the chuck box and scowled at everybody. It had seemed she needed him, else she wouldn't have squeezed so. The coffin was sprung from so much bouncing and began to leak a fine trail of salt.
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