There were several wild-looking Mexicans who scared her worse than the buffalo hunters. I guess he'll stew 'em, probably, Pea said. I'd make one, if I had money, Deets said. He set up the old tent of Wilbarger's in a sheltered spot on the creek, and spent his nights in it, sometimes building a small fire in front of it.
I reckon he got his poke, he said. They were out of range of arrows, and of bullets too, Pea hoped, but he had hardly hoped it when a bullet stung him just above the shoulder blade. Maybe he'll kill you, while you're at it. The baby waved a hand in the warm air.
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