Throughout his career in the Rangers he had been bothered by how sluggishly the cavalry performed, and the troop he saw watching the proceedings looked more sluggish than most. Pea Eye had never mentioned it. What's that? July said, looking at Roscoe sternly. He wasn't even sure what you were supposed to try to do.
Augustus was looking out the window. In the country, if he got mad and shot something, it would probably be a snake, not a rude bartender. He resolved to bend his wits to getting out while the getting was possible. The cook was packing his pots and skillets into a wagon.
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