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Often, holidays and birthdays passed them by. Time was a strange thing on the frontier, more focused on the weather than any real passing of days. Billy had missed more than enough of his own birthdays, and when he remembered Goodnight's, it tended to be quiet occasions that he didn't particularly point out. He knew that Goodnight was selfconscious of his age, for whatever reason; Billy thought he was just more handsome with every moment.

The time had come around again. Billy was better at time, now that he had a regular schedule going on, his days filled with the constant repetition of small things that helped him keep the pace of the days.

Goodnight hadn't said anything, of course. So, while he was out at church, Billy went to the grocery, and collected what he could for a taste of home. He wasn't quite as familiar with cajun spices as he was with some others, but he was going to try his best.