A second later he realized why: they were Indians, all of them. It was a relief, after the constant battle with the mesquite and chaparral. If the Indians found them they would know he was gone, and that Gus was alone, which would make things hot for Gus. Fortunately Augustus had seen the commotion and in a minute was in the water, on old Malaria.
Jake is a slippery eel. I was after a cook. Remember Johnny Norvel, dying of that bee sting? I guess Johnny had been shot twenty times, but a dern bee killed him. Be the safest place for the good stock, I figure.
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