Lack of water was beginning to tell on the horses, and the weaker cattle were barely stumbling along. He carried his plate to the sink and thanked Clara for the meal. She would never let them hang Dee Boot. There's only one pia-ner in this town, and it's broke, he said.
She was so pleased July was finally going after her husband's killer that she would have given them the saddle--rats had eaten most of it, anyway. The men had never known or imagined such cold. I'm glad you stayed, Clara said. They found a room whose roof was more-or-less intact, and whose fireplace even worked once Augustus poked loose an owl's nest.
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