LATE THAT AFTERNOON, as the boys were sitting around Bolivar's cook fire, getting their evening grub, Augustus looked up from his plate and saw Jake and Lorena ride into camp. They stopped as if frozen. She could remember the sound the creek made as it ran over the rocks. Did you see one? he asked.
It had clouded up and was almost pitch-dark, but that had no effect on July's pace, which was fast. Then Xavier began to pull money out of his pocket. It was something that had repeated itself once too often. It was hard to see ten feet, and little bunches of cattle broke off unnoticed and slipped past the cowboys.
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