Now, here, Augustus said. Yes, he was never a fighter, Augustus said. Finally Allen O'Brien sat up, looking groggy. He felt, almost, that he didn't belong with the very men he was leading, and that he ought to just leave: ride west, let the herd go, let Montana go, be done with the whole business of leading men.
Dead or gone, the woman said. He had taken to making the remark almost every evening. If you see them you'll wish you'd kept your damn beeves in Texas. She didn't fight at all when he remounted, and she showed no sign of wanting to buck anymore.
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