WHEN AUGUSTUS LEFT CALL sitting on the steps he took a slow stroll through the wagon yard and down the street, stopping for a moment on the sandy bottom of Hat Creek to strap on his pistol. In that respect, Gus was unusual, for most men didn't talk. Or is this Christmas or what? Both men had sweated their shirts through so many times during the day that they were practically black. The new bunch had simply cut around the chaparral thicket from the north and collided with the first herd.
What do you hear of Clara? Augustus asked. A decision made by a husband and father who could notbear to be parted from his loving wife and six children. The rest of them trotted down to where Pea and Dish were sitting, waiting. Their coats were lathered withsweat from their final gallop and their nostrils snortedsmoky air.
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