He seemed scared, and his hair had little pieces of cotton ticking in it from a tear in the thin mattress he slept on. Then he trotted over to the tent, got off his horse and went inside. Then they rode over a ridge so low it hardly seemed like a ridge, and there was the herd and the cowboys too. The bitter truth was that Gus was right.
She was still lying naked on the bed. For all he knew the old man had sent her to request more whiskey, or something. Do you think I ought to go check on Mr. Just as he said it, a good-sized rock came flying through the air and hit him right in the mouth.
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