They're not worth a red piss and neither are you, Dan said. Then Betsey, only seven, came flying out of the house, her brown hair streaming, and raced down to the corrals. Two accidents wouldn't necessarily brand him for life, but if he traveled much farther with a gun outfit like the Suggses, he couldn't expect a peaceful old age--or any old age, probably. If we get to Montana we'll have to go into politics.
Gus looked rather hangdog at his failure--one of the few times she had ever seen him look that way. Ma, shall we take buttermilk? Betsey asked. He's stole his last woman. Sometimes he would scarcely fall asleep before he dreamed of Gus, and it was even beginning to happen in the daytime if he rode along not paying much attention to his surroundings.
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