Hell, I liked Wilbarger, Augustus said. Call knew the men were wondering, but he wasn't ready to stop. He would have liked to sleep, to hide in sleep for several days, make no decisions, work no cattle, just drowse. He managed to get the hobbles on his own horse and the pack mule, but had to let the mare go.
Gus held the picture out so the young man could see it. There was no telling if he could even take care of himself in a scrape. Gus has a loud voice. Even with a dying husband in the next room, she was capable of it.
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