The space was so empty that it was hard to imagine that there might ever be towns in it, or people. The Indians had fallen nearly a quarter of a mile back, but were still coming. He had got the thorn in his thumb hobbling the horses the night before, and had been unable to get it out in the dark. He didn't know mares.
He was all right until Ma died and Sister died, he said. And then he left. He couldn't imagine why Gus would bother with buffalo. Lorena found that she didn't think about Gus all that much.
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