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I admire his conversation. Call and Augustus knew there was nothing to do but wait, so they sat beside Wilbarger's pallet, saying little. Call flinched, but Pea Eye didn't notice--Pea Eye was no noticer, as Augustus had often said. Despite the chickens and the weeds and the danger of witnesses, he felt a sharp pleasure.

Whatever they got they branded the next day, with the part of the crew that had rested doing the hard end of the work. He worried about Indians--wounded as he was, he would have been easy prey--and yet finally he grew so lonesome that he would have been glad to see an Indian or two. Oh, we could, Augustus said. Deets and Dish were holding the cut at a little distance from the main herd.