Gus had taken them back to town. I can't say, Dish, Augustus said. His own spirits were low. Mine better not, Pete Spettle said darkly.
Help her, Monkey, Dog Face said weakly. The cowboys yelled and popped their quirts, and the horses behaved expertly, but despite that, it seemed to take a long time to fill a boxcar. He found himself sitting on the ground, holding to one stirrup. Perhaps she was fleeing a man, perhaps looking for a man, perhaps just running--there was no point in pressing questions, for the woman might not know herself why she ran.
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