He was the one who had picked up the rifle, but he had discarded the rifle and was charging with an old lance, crying his battle cry. Gus is after them horsethieves, he said. I suppose you ain't rusty, though, Call said. He couldn't imagine why Gus would bother with buffalo.
Gus would die, and all he could do was keep a death watch. I just wanted to chase a buffalo once more. But probably he wasn't there. She walked over to the bed and lay back on the cornshuck mattress, which crackled in protest.
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