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It's my job, Augustus said. You could have an easy life. It's our fault, you know. I'll rub your back.

No, I was trying to spit, Sean said. Clara herself didn't try to touch or change Lorena's grief--it was like Martin's fever: either it would kill her or it wouldn't. As the river gradually narrowed, she saw many animals: deer, coyote, cattle--but no Indians. She would talk constantly, as if to cover his embarrassment at what they had met to do.