She remembered how it pleased her to thwart them--to make them realize that her measure was different from theirs. He ought to consider himself lucky, he knew--everyone in the outfit, with the possible exception of Call, considered him lucky. She walked to the buggy and stood by the coffin. The weather had been ideal, water plentiful, and the spring grass excellent for grazing.
Augustus took something out of his pocket. That leg's ruint, but I might have a hell of a time cutting through the bone without no saw. He stuffed one pistol under his belt, holstered the other, took his rifle and a pocketful of jerky, and hobbled across along the bank to the animal trail. He changed his mind and cut off three of the horses that were of little account anyway.
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