He knew it would be chancy to leave a seventeen-year-old boy in charge of a group of grown men--yet he himself had led men at that age, and that had been in rougher times. It was pretty weather. Of course there's plenty I ain't had no practice with. They rounded up Wilbarger's horses and unhitched the two mules that had been pulling the little wagon.
There were no more shots, and Luke didn't appear. When he tried to straighten up in the saddle it was like pushing with his back against a heavy door. We could bury him here, Augustus said. The leg was yellowish, with black streaks striping the yellow.
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