They were passing a whiskey bottle around and he took his turn as if he were a white man. Neither had much interest in their surroundings, and Roscoe had no sense at all that he was getting any closer to catching up with July. Pretty soon it'll be nothing but schoolhouses. He caught up with the herd, with his wagonload of coats and supplies, near the Missouri, which they crossed near Fort Benton.
There's a rough cloud to the north. Maybe instead of riding all the way to south Texas he would decide to test his luck in Fort Worth, it being a fair-sized cow town. Maybe he'll kill you, while you're at it. But he took the money, thinking it a fine joke on Gus that the money from his poke would buy Lorie a mount to ride to Montana, or however far they went.
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