He was ready to go. The rolling plain was empty. Even Sally, usually so jealous of any attention her sister got, respected the fact that Betsey and Lorena were especially close. Oh, I mostly just stay with the wagon, he said, which was no answer at all.
Augustus was undecided as to whether he would be better off by himself or with a country sheriff from Arkansas. Though it was midsummer, the skies clear, and the plains seemingly peaceful, most of the hands looked worried as the little group prepared to leave. But he hadn't died, and eventually he turned and went back to the post office, which was empty except for an elderly clerk with a white mustache. The weather improved the next day and he rode for a time beside a hundred or so Crow Indians who were traveling south.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.