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I don't want the woman, Blue Duck said. Half the people in the saloon seemed to think the mule skinner had shot Ben, and by the time Roscoe got their stories sorted out Jake was long gone. Half of 'em will get drowned or hit by lightning before we hit Montana. I ain't you, Dog Face said.

You was always slow to see the pint, Jake, he said. They crossed into Canada on the second day and caught the thieves on the third, surprising them at breakfast. Now Ermoke was in the mood to gamble, and he reached over and shook the young man, trying to get him to agree, but the young man looked sullenly at the ground. He worried about Indians--wounded as he was, he would have been easy prey--and yet finally he grew so lonesome that he would have been glad to see an Indian or two.