Blue Duck had been shot in the shoulder and leg, and had a greasy rag wound around his forehead, covering another wound. At One point they heard gunshots, but no one cared to go investigate. He won't get far on that horse, Deets said. In the short lulls in the wind he could hear the clicking of long horns, as the cattle bumped into one another in the dankness.
Augustus drank a glass but said no more. Usually cheerful, he had fallen into a somber mood. He had seen the pistol butt strike Dish twice, and for all he knew Dish was dead. July didn't answer.
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