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Then there was the suck of the water against her legs as they started to climb out of the river. Some nights he would sit for half an hour, for he came to like her talk, though he had long since forgotten what she had said. He meant it. I never recall mistreating that boy.

Call stood looking at the black leg a minute. He felt proud of the boy, and with it, anguish that their beginnings had been as they had. Blood poisoning was a possibility. Ellie told me he died of smallpox.