He sat for a while, trying to think of some argument that would make Gus let him stay with him. Well, I swear, Pea Eye said, I wished he hadn't. The shot missed the white man but wounded one of the Indian horses. At night, alone, he grew bitter at himself for indulging in such pointless thoughts.
By the way, Soupy hired on this morning. She had never even heard of Dee Boot shooting a gun. After all, he had fired the shot that caused the mules to run. The root was still twitching and curling as if it had a life of its own.
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