On that vast plain, spotting three men and some horses was a mere accident--as much a matter of luck as the bullet that killed Benny Johnson. He had supposed it belonged to Clara--she had said her name was Clara. July remembered they had told Peach and Charlie they might stop in Fort Worth and try to get wind of Jake and, of course, Elmira. I guess he waited too long to make the change, Augustus said.
But four days after he left Augustus, his horse went lame. The water ain't far now. He saw Dixon again savagely quirt the boy across the back of the neck, and anger flooded him, of a kind he had not felt in many years. Life for Call was work, and he seemed to think everyone else ought to see it the same way.
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