Don't run your hopes up no flagpole, though. I guess I better kill him if he's going to act that way, he said. Several hundred calves had been born since they left Texas; many were yearlings, and a struggle to brand. He decided to start the branding early.
She looked in at him, but she couldn't talk anymore. Po Campo had given him a hailstone dipped in molasses and he sat licking it and feeling alternately happy and sad while the men got dressed and prepared to be cowboys again. Both his legs pained him from where the root had struck them. Now lightning was coming.
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