He rose on his hind legs again, dealt the bull a swipe with his forepaw that knocked the bull off its feet. But no matter what he said, he couldn't soothe the girl's agitation. His cheeks were red-streaked--from excessive drinking, Augustus supposed. Here, you take this, he said, surprised at his own generosity.
All of them were armed with old rifles. Once more the Texas bull lowed. He turned to his brothers, who were dispiritedly raking through the settlers' clothes, still hoping to find something worth taking. The woman smiled.
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