Claire looked away toward the pasture. “Depends what you call sleep.”
Ruth Ann followed her gaze to the horse lot. Daisy, the old bay mare Ben had loved, flicked her tail at flies near the barn.
“You going into town today?” Ruth Ann asked.
“I need flour and salt. Maybe I can sell a few jars of preserves at the …
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