Call had known the famous cattleman since the Fifties, and they had ridden together a few times in the Frontier Regiment, before he and Gus were sent to the border. He couldn't imagine why Gus would bother with buffalo. He just didn't know what. But then, it was a comforting remark too, for it was like Gus to say something none of them expected to hear.
The plains stretched north before them. He had met rough men in Arkansas and backed several of them down and arrested them, but this was different: the dying buffalo hunter had had nothing but a patch of blood between his legs. He opened the letter and leaned against a hitch rail to try and make out Peach's handwriting, which was rather hen-scratchy: DEAR JULY-- Ellie took off just after you did. I bet J ake's gone to town and left her.
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