Augustus uncocked his pistol and stretched his leg out again. He rode off, but Clara, terrible in her anger, strode beside him. She didn't slap you. But then, it might _be_ ghosts.
He was his usual careless self and let her get kidnapped by a real rough man. None had many, but one had a fairly good rifle, and Augustus took it as insurance. Chop them sticks, Deets said. He had no affection for the border, and a yearning for the plains, dangerous as they were.
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