Let's go, July said. It was a slow method and took patience. Even as he raced they clung to his shirt. Gus just grinned.
He partnered up with the gentlemen who got my horses back. There, he said. You'll have to come back next time you draw your wages, she said. The business of the ax, and what he had heard when retrieving it, was forgotten--it had puzzled him so long that it had finally just slipped from his mind.
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