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"Ma... " was all Clint could say, standing near the door, unable to move, unable even to think.
Part of him wanted to run away, but his legs wouldn't move anywhere until Old Ma Cody raised a hand and beckoned him towards her. Reluctantly, almost unwillingly, he let his legs move.
"Is she - ?" he couldn't finish the question.
"No Clint, she's not... dead. She's not going to die. She's going to get better."
This was what Clint wanted to hear. He sat down beside the old woman and gently moved the blankets down off Anna's face.
And he cried.

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