For the first time in his life, Eli Dawson felt like somebody.
He and Jasper traveled from town to town in their patched-up wagon, selling miracle goods and laughter wherever they went. Eli started wearing a vest, combing his hair, and tipping his hat like he’d seen gentlemen do.
He got good at storytelling, too.
“Folks,” he’d say to a crowd, “this tonic right here will make you so healthy, even your shadow’ll feel better.”
