I don't care, Elmira said. Of course he probably never suspected his own friend would make such a move behind his back, and yet it still seemed negligent of him, for he knew Gus's ways. Better to bury him with it, he said. The buffalo were still running, two or three miles ahead.
I guess I'm in a fix, she said. He caught up with the herd, with his wagonload of coats and supplies, near the Missouri, which they crossed near Fort Benton. He finished his water that night, having walked all day through the brown wavy grass. It's that or go down to the coast and get et by the mosquitoes.
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