He felt, almost, that he didn't belong with the very men he was leading, and that he ought to just leave: ride west, let the herd go, let Montana go, be done with the whole business of leading men. I've a mind to go to Ogallala myself, Augustus said. I didn't look for no tracks, he said. What would you know? Jasper inquired.
The notion of a man being a whore amused her a little, it was so unusual. Can you cook? Louisa asked. And what my job is is to make you feel good. A second later, as the echo of the gun died, he heard a click a few yards to his right.
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