Aus Frank resumed his walk, and Augustus followed along, amused at the strange turns life took. He was one of the buffalo hunters, July supposed. July wondered that he could sleep so soundly with his mother missing. There's one they call the Buffalo Heifer--somebody would have to offer me a month's wages before I'd get near her, but I expect she'd do for you sprouts.
He might hither, or he might shoot Gus: she found she couldn't easily predict him, which was one reason she didn't care if he found out. They always tiptoed, as if they might wake their father, though his eyes were as wide open as ever. He lay awake most of the night, thinking about testicles and arrows in the head. Augustus hobbled over, drawing his pistol, and saw that both horses were down, their throats cut, their blood very bright on the green weeds and bushes.
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