Lippy was out of hearing by then, so the wit was wasted. I imagine there's some fair pastures up there. He never chimed in when they talked about the life they would have on the trail, and he never spoke to Lorena about the fact that the herd would be leaving in ten days. He turned old Malaria and they rode on toward Austin, though the memory of Clara was as fresh in his mind as if it were her, not Woodrow Call, who rode beside him.
BY THE END of the first day's hiring, Call had collected four boys, none of them yet eighteen. When they got back to the wagon Augustus was oiling his guns. It was very still. Josh Deets had begun to smell.
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