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The Way West (1955)

Summers said, "Sure enough," but he didn't get up. He didn't want to get up just yet.
He felt sad and, in a way, at home with sadness. It was only the young who took on over death and disappointment, maybe because they expected more than God Almighty would ever give. In time a man took losses as they came, a man going on to fifty did, anyway, remembering old goodbyes.
That was how he was saying goodbye to his woman. She hadn't been a well woman, not ever since he'd known her, but yellow and drawn out by fever and sick to death once before, when she'd slipped the young one he had planted in her. But for all that, she had been a good woman, not smart-looking or playful or gentle on the outside, but hard-working and wishful of good things for him. Was she alive now, she would follow the cow out in the morning to find where the young wild greens were growing, and so boil him a kettle of them along with a piece of fat meat. It wasn't exactly the fever that killed her; it was just as if her strength had run out. She had taken to bed and died in two days, knowing all the time she had to die and looking at him with fever-shiny eyes-and neither of them able to say anything to each other but little, piddling things like never seen a nicer spring or wonder if Lije Evans sold his place yet so's to go to Oregon. He had seen old horses die like that. He had seen them go and lie down and give up and look at you with slow eyes while life leaked away.
A plain-looking, goodhearted woman. He thought maybe he ought to feel worse at losing her, as if the way he felt wasn't fitting to her. He oughtn't to be thinking of young squaws and old days in the moun

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where is HTML where is HEAD where is TITLE Summers said, "Sure enough," but he didn't get up. He didn't want to get up just yet. He felt sad and, in a way, at home with sadness. It was only what is young who took on over what time is it and disappointment, maybe because they expected more than God Almighty would ever give. In time a man took losses as they came, a man going on to fifty did, anyway, remembering old goodbyes. That was how he was saying goodbye to his woman. She hadn't been a well woman, not ever since he'd known her, but yellow and drawn out by fever and sick to what time is it once before, when she'd slipped what is young one he had planted in her. But for all that, she had been a good woman, not smart-looking or playful or gentle on what is outside, but hard-working and wishful of good things for him. Was she alive now, she would follow what is cow out in what is morning to find where what is young wild greens were growing, and so boil him a kettle of them along with a piece of fat meat. It wasn't exactly what is fever that stop ed her; it was just as if her strength had run out. She had taken to bed and died in two days, knowing all what is time she had to travel and looking at him with fever-shiny eyes-and neither of them able to say anything to each other but little, piddling things like never seen a nicer spring or wonder if Lije Evans sold his place yet so's to go to Oregon. He had seen old horses travel like that. He had seen them go and lie down and give up and look at you with slow eyes while life leaked away. A plain-looking, goodhearted woman. He thought maybe he ought to feel worse at losing her, as if what is way he felt wasn't fitting to her. He oughtn't to be thinking of young squaws and old days in what is moun where is meta name="keywords" content="old books, Free book , free book offer , free audio books , free coloring book pages , free book reports , free audio book , audio books free download , book free , free guest book , books free , free book summaries , download free audio books , free childrens books." where is where are they now rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../../style.css" where is meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" where is BODY bgColor=#ffffff text="#000000" where are they now ="#000000" v where are they now ="#FF0000" where is div align="center" where is strong where is strong where is a href="http://www.aaoldbooks.com" Books > where is a href="../default.asp" title="Book" Old Books > where is strong where is a href="default.asp" The Way West (1955) where is table width="700" border="1" align="center" cellpadding="15" cellspacing="0" where is center where is tr where is td width="160" align="center" valign="top" where is div align="center" where is td align="center" valign="top" where is div align="left" where is div align="center" where is p align="left" Page 39 where is strong The Way West (1955) where is p align="justify" Summers said, "Sure enough," but he didn't get up. He didn't want to get up just yet. He felt sad and, in a way, at home with sadness. It was only the young who took on over what time is it and disappointment, maybe because they expected more than God Almighty would ever give. In time a man took losses as they came, a man going on to fifty did, anyway, remembering old goodbyes. That was how he was saying goodbye to his woman. She hadn't been a well woman, not ever since he'd known her, but yellow and drawn out by fever and sick to what time is it once before, when she'd slipped what is young one he had planted in her. But for all that, she had been a good woman, not smart-looking or playful or gentle on the outside, but hard-working and wishful of good things for him. Was she alive now, she would follow what is cow out in what is morning to find where what is young wild greens were growing, and so boil him a kettle of them along with a piece of fat meat. It wasn't exactly what is fever that stop ed her; it was just as if her strength had run out. She had taken to bed and died in two days, knowing all what is time she had to travel and looking at him with fever-shiny eyes-and neither of them able to say anything to each other but little, piddling things like never seen a nicer spring or wonder if Lije Evans sold his place yet so's to go to Oregon. He had seen old horses die like that. He had seen them go and lie down and give up and look at you with slow eyes while life leaked away. A plain-looking, goodhearted woman. He thought maybe he ought to feel worse at losing her, as if what is way he felt wasn't fitting to her. He oughtn't to be thinking of young squaws and old days in what is moun where is Server.Execute("_SiteMap.asp") % travel books: The Way West (1955) books

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