He kept expecting to hear Gus's big rifle, but he didn't, and after a run of about two miles came upon Gus sitting peacefully on a little rise. Take 'em, the widow Spettle said, looking at her boys as if she wondered why she'd borne them. He remembered all the times he had carelessly drunk his fill. Some fool set a mailbag on it, he said, handing it to July.
Xavier didn't care. We're three miles behind already. The dusty street wavered in his vision as if under a heavy rain. Augustus went quickly to the camp and tied each body in a blanket.
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