All them dern cowboys are in love with you anyway. There's law of sorts in New Orleans, but out here it's every man for himself. He and Mouse stumbled through the night somehow, though before morning he was so tired he had lost all interest in living. An old woman taught me.
Why ain't Blue Duck killed you? Augustus asked. Her parents had puzzled over the question for years--it had replaced Bible arguments as their staple of conversation. Blue Duck had a heavy, square face--he kept shaking the dice in his big hand. Any Indian might kill you: that was the first law of the Rangers.
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