Texas don't last much north of Fort Worth. If he was in such a mood, he would hit her no matter how small she walked. Had a wagon, Aus Frank said. They were camped near a little creek and the flats were misty, so he couldn't see much, but over the mists he could hear cattle bawling and cowboys hollering at them.
Driving all these skinny cattle all that way is a funny way to maintain an interest in life, if you ask me. But by the time he and Dish hit the north shore and regained their wet saddles, he realized it was more than a squall. The coffin got some bad jolts crossing the gullies near the Powder River, but the reinforcements held it together. He had a feverish look in his eye.
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