And she stubbornly kept her own money, year after year--for the children's education, she said, although one by one the three boys died long before they were old enough to be sent anywhere. Take these cattle over to the nearest cow town and sell 'em. He loved us both, she said, but Gus would never miss an adventure. Gus was sitting on a saddle blanket, barefoot, trimming his corns with a sharp pocketknife.
She picked the baby up and held it to her bosom--the thought was in her head that if he saw her with a child it might make a difference. He had no idea what to do next, and hadn't since he left Fort Smith many months ago. This time, of course, he hadn't been. He needs to see the world.
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