You stay with the wagon--you'll be perfectly safe. This one might have killed a Mexican or at least stole one's horse. When she walked over to inspect it she saw that Luke was in it, sleeping off a drunk. Gus said to go down at least a mile, and he wasn't sure he had gone that far.
With Maude Jones dead, she seldom saw another woman, and had no relatives near except her husband and her children. She sat with her back against the tree and waited for him to explain himself. She let him pull her toward the river, dragging the tarp. Tennessee.
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