She remembered how often Gus had talked of Clara. Suddenly there was a shot, startling them all, and the young man flopped backwards. Many nights on the trail from Texas she had lain awake, in terror of Indians. You knocked me off the wagon, she said.
If anybody with a badge on comes looking for me he's apt to find more of me than he wants, Jake said. As I recall, you made a name for yourself by shooting Mexican bandits--I thought you'd welcome the chance to polish your reputation a little. The weather improved the next day and he rode for a time beside a hundred or so Crow Indians who were traveling south. Po Campo was even friendlier than Bol, but still, a man who thought you could dip grasshoppers in molasses and use w
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