That'll teach you to sass me, cowboy, he said. Deets had had such restlessness once, and had had no woman to cure it, but years and hard work had worn the edge off it, and he could relax and enjoy the quiet of the night, if he was let alone. She didn't, Lorena said. Why, this is spring, son, Augustus remarked.
Might get fat, if we give 'em enough time. She hadn't given the story much credence--the woman didn't strike her as the marrying type. Hutto seemed to think the whole thing was funny. By the time they were within a week of Ogallala, all subjects other than whoring were judged to be superfluous.
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