Now you've ended up the caretaker of that girl, Call said. The bull seemed to resent it when the cowboys sat in groups--he would position himself fifty yards away and paw the earth and bellow. She had never expected to find, in the whole world, a place where someone would _ask_ her to stay--even in her dreams of San Francisco no one had ever asked her to stay. Though running freely, the river was shallow and evidently boggy.
The world had become red, as though the sun had swollen and absorbed it. Deets held out the baby and smiled--the young man, no older than Newt, didn't need to cry any battle cry. It wasn't that he even missed Gus yet all that much. He knew by the stars he was still going south, but south where? Maybe he had veered east of the herd, or west of it, so that no one would spot him.
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