There was something amusing about the sassy way Clara talked. She met everything he said with silence--the same silence she had had in Lonesome Dove, only deeper. He told himself that just being able to work with her was enough. Luke had tried to marry her too, but Zwey had soon stopped that, and Luke had been behaving a lot better since.
The steer had never been to Montana, of course, but he had led several herds to Matagorda Bay. He was the exact opposite of July Johnson. It seemed to him he had spent half the trip imagining how it would be to be sucked down into a deep river, and he wanted it understood that he was only willing to take so many chances. She just rode along, watching the horizon to see if she could spot Gus returning.
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