When we could finally settle down, we slept in the bed of the spring wagon, plastered all over with oats. J.W. joined us and chased rabbits all night in his sleep, jerking continually.We’d planned to sleep like cowboys around the fire but forgot to bring a length of rope to circle the campsite. A snake won’t crawl over a rope. We slept in the wagon and left our trotlines behind where they were. What Charlie’d found on the hook discouraged us somewhat.Charlie had seen Tansy home in the middle of the night. I suppose they’d come out to the crick together, and they went back together. They’d tied up Stentor down the road, out of sight.It beat me how those two had come up with a plan to spook me so quick. For Pete’s sake, Miss Myrt hadn’t cooled before they’d cooked up a scheme. And she wasn’t stiff before they scared the p-waddin’ out of me. I blamed Tansy. She’d be the brains of the outfit.But Charlie and Tansy? The two of them with their heads together was a new one on me.By dawn’s early light, Lloyd rode Siren into the crick to give her a drink.
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