The farmer was plowing a shallow furrow through the tough prairie grass. But the man seemed as cheerful as if he'd just won a tub of money. He was a good boy, as gentle as the gray doves that came to peck for gravel on the flats behind the barn. At times when life seemed all trouble, the sight of Gus, untouched by all that went on around him, was difficult to bean.
July had once tried to stop a woman who was going after her husband with a pitchfork and had been wounded in the leg as a result. Or it could be three months or six months--July had been known to be slow. Are you going with the herd? she asked. Just leave him be, I'll take care of him, Clara said.
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