He hit Monkey John with the barrel of his rifle. Are you jealous, or what? Augustus asked. Betsey was quick to pick up moods. Oh, you probably had your mind on grasshoppers or something, Deets, Augustus said.
Augustus stepped away for a minute, to relieve himself, and when he came back Wilbarger had rolled off the blanket and was dead. He had been required to hunt Mexican women himself during that period, and had come close to feeling the wrath of a couple of Mexican husbands. The heaves finally diminished, but from time to time he raised his head and spat over the edge, to clear his throat. She kicked at him and they both went down, but a bolt struck so loud and so near that she forgot to fight.
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