Dan had been about to ride past, and Jake hoped he would. He had no doubt that if he had stayed with Roscoe and the children, it would have come to him too. Either that or they bury it in the orchard, though I don't see no orchard. He yelled a time or two, but got no response.
They overtook him a few hours later. He didn't know how much longer he could stand to feel such a failure. After he had eaten three or four he offered one to Newt, who covered it liberally with molasses. I think Martin is a nice name for a man.
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