Everyone was silent, even Gus, who held the coiled rope. One thing about Gus McCrae, he was easily found. The ridges were varicolored, smudged with red and salt-white splotches, as if the fluids of the earth had leaked out through the cracks. He spoke to his father in the old tongue, and the man, whose face ran with tears, composed himself a little and jabbered at the boy.
His brothers rode over to join the fun, and were soon holding up various garments, to see if they fit. Unless there were more Indians, Augustus didn't consider that he was in a particularly serious situation. He stretched out beside her and pulled her back. He glanced at the window fearfully, then just stood and stared.
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