They were just more men. Sean O'Brien, Bill Spettle, and the three people who were traveling with July Johnson had lost their lives so far, and Montana nowhere in sight. Dish Boggett hadn't said much to Deets, either, but he had often been cheered, from his position on the point, to see Deets come riding back through the heat waves. Clara reached down and put her palm against his forehead, which caused him to jump as if he had been struck.
Frog Lip reined in his horse and watched as both cows fell through the roof of the sod house. The loss of hats due to sudden gusts of wind had become a larger problem than Newt would have thought it could be. The old Mexican seemed not the least disturbed by the argument in progress. He sawed on the reins with all his might but the bit seemed to make no difference to the horse.
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