The Captain would hang you, if he caught you with a stolen horse, Pea Eye said. Gus Clara went out on her porch and sat, twisting her hands, for an hour. He wasted his time, she said. All the men were standing around, disturbed that Dish was leaving.
Her girls wanted to know why the baby cried so much. It was a hot day and the herd was moseying along at a slow rate. He had never talked with an Indian about it, but he knew they had more names for it than white people had, and that suggested a deeper understanding. Once she had even ordered some big writing tablets, thinking she might try it anyway, even if she didn't know how, but that was in the hopeful years before her boys died.
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