IN THE LATE AFTERNOON they strung a rope corral around the remuda, so each hand could pick himself a set of mounts, each being allowed four picks. For once he was grateful for the dust the herd raised. Betsey had a lively curiosity and could ask about a hundred questions an hour. It had seemed unnecessary.
I've never had to. By the time they got to the creek, Roscoe felt lightheaded from the combination of hunger and wasp stings. Stars were already out, and the four of them were just sitting behind a livery stable, drunk, and no closer to the whores than they had been when they first came to town. It hadn't been Jake's fault.
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