He hoped it had--he had not been able to rid himself of the memory of the muddy grave they had put Sean in, back by the Nueces. Deets was very quiet when he was around, and he wasn't around much--he spent his days scouting far ahead of the herd, which was traveling easily. No telling when, and no telling where, either. He didn't expect her to try it again.
I guess he just wanted to ventilate the house a little. While July tracked one gambler, she would track another, in the opposite direction. I think they even married the same man, if you want to call it married. Where they had hidden he didn't know, for he was in the center of a level plain.
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