Well, the saloon's closed, probably, Call said. They saw no one--just an occasional wolf or coyote. Sheriff Owensby reddened, embarrassed that the man would insult a famous Ranger, but there was little he could do about it. You best watch close, he said.
But it won't be as rough as Montana. With Call suddenly determined to leave that very day, Augustus found himself regretful, nostalgic already for things he hadn't particularly cared for but hated to think of losing. A few days later they finally came to the Milk River. At times when life seemed all trouble, the sight of Gus, untouched by all that went on around him, was difficult to bean.
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