It was still hot in the afternoon, but the mornings were crisp. You boys will stand and jabber all day. Newt felt it might be hours before it disappeared. He must have been drunk.
Then his leg was almost jerked off--he had been swept close to the bank and the dragging gun had caught in some underbrush. They had known one another for nearly fifteen years, since she had found herself stranded, as a girl, way up in Kansas. The leg was rotting, but a bowie knife was no instrument for taking it off. Deets and Dish were holding the cut at a little distance from the main herd.
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