Then Gus let her hand go and stood up and took off his shirt and pants. Have you gone in the bone business, or what? The old man squinted at him for a moment, but made no reply. I'd be buried in Georgia, if I could have my way, but it's a far piece to Georgia and nobody's gonna tote me. There, he said.
If we was in town we'd have a fine funeral, Augustus said. His wound felt minor, though the bullet was somewhere in him, and would have to stay until he made Austin, he knew. He took her bridle and led her from then on. He told himself that if the situation didn't improve by the spring he would go to Texas and try to forget her.
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