Cole's hair was softer and paler, suggesting it was getting a regular washing and possibly with something kinder than lye soap.

He leaned forward as he was drawn. "I don't lie down by myself, either. I don't have a bed. I don't need it."

He lay down, then sat up and took off his hat and set is aside before lying down again. And then instinct kicked in and he curled an arm under his head like a pillow, drawing one knee to his chest, the other stretched out.

"Cole lay down."