What was wrong with yours? I should have married again, Augustus said. I don't know what's wrong with Lorie, he said. Several hundred calves had been born since they left Texas; many were yearlings, and a struggle to brand. That girl plays beautifully, the doctor said.
Then, for no reason, between one stride and the next, the Hell Bitch suddenly rolled out of her easy gait into a flying buck. He could not think what he was doing, he wanted her so much; it caused him to play so badly that in an hour he had lost three months' wages. He was thinking how strange life was, that he and Lorena were sitting on a saddle blanket on the south edge of Kansas, watching Call's cattle herd disappear to the north. He would take her anywhere she asked.
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