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fect feeding place, and they can give four quarts of milk a day.
To drink, to make into cheese, to sell. It’s not even against the
law.
“She’s hurt pretty bad,” said Gale. “We better take a closer
look.”
We went over and bought a cup of milk to share, then stood
over the goat as if idly curious.
“Let her be,” said the man.
“Just looking,” said Gale.
“Well, look fast. She goes to the butcher soon. Hardly anyone
will buy her milk, and then they only pay half price,” said
the man.
“What’s the butcher giving for her?” I asked.
The man shrugged. “Hang around and see.” I turned and
saw Rooba coming across the square toward us. “Lucky thing
you showed up,” said the Goat Man when she arrived. “Girl’s
got her eye on your goat.”
“Not if she’s spoken for,” I said carelessly.
Rooba looked me up and down then frowned at the goat.
“She’s not. Look at that shoulder. Bet you half the carcass will
be too rotten for even sausage.”
“What?” said the Goat Man. “We had a deal.”
“We had a deal on an animal with a few teeth marks. Not
that thing. Sell her to the girl if she’s stupid enough to take
her,” said Rooba. As she marched off, I caught her wink.
The Goat Man was mad, but he still wanted that goal off his
hands. It took us half an hour to agree on the price. Quite a
crowd had gathered by then to hand out opinions. It was an
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