Once the wild men of Shanghai Pierce had come through, nearly destroying two saloons. Augustus looked down the creek and saw two horsemen cross it, too far away to make accurate targets in the dusk. Deets, you watch close, he said. They rode into the dusk, but Gus did not return.
July was sitting in the dark, buttermilk on his lip, looking at her as patiently as if he were a calf. He was holding the baby almost at arm's length. One of them, amused by her hair, pulled it till her scalp stung, and he laughed a strange, jerky laugh. You ain't never laid in bed all night with a scared woman, Augustus said.
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