Call knew there was truth in what Blue Duck said, and merely stood looking at the man, who was larger than he had supposed. There's no telling when I'll get to see Gus McCrae again. They covered five or six miles at a leisurely pace. Call looked at the boy.
Talk ain't everything, she said--words she had often remembered with rue during years when Bob scarcely seemed to utter two words a month. Minute by minute, for hours, it seemed to her that she couldn't go on--that she might as well give up and slide under the animal's belly. Three herds came in today, and there's a line of cowboys waiting to fall in love with me. I couldn't keep up no longer, she said.
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