The horses didn't like the sand either. He had stopped expecting anything of Jake Spoon, and had supposed they would travel different routes for the rest of their lives. Just because I mentioned Montana to 'em they expect me to help 'em drive them dern cattle up there. It had a life different from any other memory.
How do you know we'd get along? I don't, Louisa said. If Pedro Flores had ridden up and offered to shoot him he didn't think he would much care, since it would at least mean more sleep. A man named Martin could be a judge, or maybe go into politics. Who's gonna track us? He lay back in the shade and put his hat over his eyes.
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