He covered his face with his hat and lay back against his saddle, sweating, and ashamed of his own carelessness. Then he had given her a sweet kiss, told her to look after his boy, and left her with ten dollars and the memory of their reckless years together in Abilene and Dodge. ing in the direction of the herd, although the dust the battle raised was so thick no one could see who had the advantage. He had always made her feel keen, Gus--his appetite for talk matched hers.
No, I'm bound for Ogallala, honey, he said. You oughtn't to blabbed, he told Lippy. He hated even looking at wounds. Every day he thought he might go home, but he didn't.
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