ed to all of them that they were leaving behind not only heat and drought, but ugliness and danger too. It occurred to him that he had an old black felt hat. Rude as Call and Gus had treated him, they were still his _compañeros_. Dish is our top hand.
Call had assumed the blizzards would have taught the young man the folly of leaving, and was annoyed when Dish asked for his pay. He loved us both, she said, but Gus would never miss an adventure. Well, I hope you get back to the herd tonight, in case I'm late, he said. Her voice was the merest whisper, and the man didn't awake.
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