Every night, if there were as many as four who weren't working, they'd spread a saddle blanket near the campfire and play for hours, mostly using their future wages as money. Jake could see he longed to go for his gun--only he had no gun. He was still digging at sunup, yet the graves were pitifully shallow affairs. A cold fear struck her.
Newt fought down a terrible urge just to pull his gun and shoot her--that would show the hussy! Nothing Bill was beginning to be rather talkative, after hundreds of miles of silence. It'll be winter before they hit the first lick at this rate, Jasper said. The next day was no better.
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