He wondered where the man was, for surely the good-looking woman he had talked to couldn't be married to the old Mexican. They had found the horses, but he didn't know where the camp was. She wouldn't have run off on a whiskey boat. Sedgwick was one of the queerest men he had ever met.
Well, I've got a dry one then, Augustus said, looking up at the cloudless sky. But the herd don't leave till Monday, he reminded her. The remark caused much apprehension among the men, and they were apprehensive anyway, mainly because everyone they met in Ogallala assured them they were dead men if they tried to go to Montana. Why, pretty soon, he said, although he felt tired at the thought of starting after anybody.
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