They say you've carried Captain McCrae three thousand miles just to bury him. And what did you accomplish in all that time? Drank a lot of whiskey, Augustus said. You should leave that girl here, Clara said, startling Augustus. I'd feel better about it in my mind.
What difference does it make to him what happens to me? He fancies you, Fowler said. She was not even afraid of Indians, though Cholo had showed her the scars of the arrow wounds he had suffered. He was sitting there gambling and had some whore hanging over him. Roscoe had to snort at that remark.
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