He always killed game but was not much interested in the hunt. The other three men rode behind her. Five hours later, as the sun was setting, he nudged the exhausted horse over a slope north of the Yellowstone and saw the little town of Miles City four or five miles to the east. He had been dozing on the wagon seat, dreaming about his daughters, and had accidentally fired off the ten-gauge.
How many skunks did you have to kill in order to rescue her? A passel, Augustus said. Now, indeed, she would know where he was. It was cramped in the cave. Gus was always coming up with something sly.
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