Don't you want to quit? he asked. Clara wouldn't sit in the loft with her feet dangling all day. The weather improved the next day and he rode for a time beside a hundred or so Crow Indians who were traveling south. Augustus decided to use the carbine he had taken off the Indian boy as a crutch.
Come far? Buf asked in a husky voice. She had had more happiness from horses than from her husband, though he had been a decent husband, better than most women had, from what she could judge. The first people he saw, as he approached Nebraska, were five young Indians who had gotten liquor somewhere. He knew the Captain had left him with too much, but he didn't say it.
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