There ain't no bushes, she pointed out. What'll you do if it ain't? Joe asked. I'll try salt and charcoal, Call said. Dish was slouched at ease in his saddle.
You rest, Deets. Lorena listened. Dish Boggett turned white as a sheet, got up without a word to anybody, got his night horse and started for the herd, which was strung out up the valley. It passed between the two of them and hit the turkey, knocking it off its stick into the ashes.
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