Yes, Dee Boot, the scoundrel, the clerk said. Those were the days they made progress training them. Martin couldn't sleep for coughing. There was blood on his chest from a shoulder wound, the sun had blotched his body, and his feet were swollen the size of a cow's bladder and cut to shreds.
Fortunately no cattle were bogged, and this time no cowboys drowned. The sight of Gus with his plate full put Jake in a low temper, since he himself had handled branding irons all day while Gus had amused himself in town and stayed fresh. We could sew new dresses, we never get any, Betsey said. I'd rather just farm.
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