After a couple of miles they came to a little river and they stopped to watch the buffalo cross. He had let the young man override his warning and leave. Sometimes just dozing on his horse he would dream about the Indian. Gus poked around the fort to see if he could find anything useful and came across a large box of buttons.
The old man went loop-legged and dropped his stick. Oh, now, Captain, he said quietly, a feller oughtn't to have to shoot his own horse when there's others around that can do it as well. Dish saddled a little before sunup and rode out to look at the herd, which was perfectly peaceful. He only spoke if money was concerned.
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