Yes, Jake arrived, Call said. The first day out he brought down a deer at a distance Jake would have considered impossible. No one explained Deets's death. Then she would roll him back and cover him and go back to her cot, often to lie awake half the night, looking at the prairies, sad beyond tears at the ways of things.
Sit down, miss, he said. To tell the truth, I can't read it either, Wilbarger said. You'd pull a gun on me over a whore? Monkey John said. That was his lifelong worry--being snuck up on in the dark by an Indian.
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