She had fallen into the habit of letting Cholo make the coffee, mainly because he was better at it than she was. He went in and took a drink or two from a bottle of whiskey he kept under his couch and usually only used as a remedy for toothache. Did you get to Montana when you was a beaverman? Augustus waited several minutes for a reply, but the old man never answered. Game's skimpy and there's no telling who'll come along.
Make your fire and do your cooking now, he said. Now it was just he who would have to do all the fighting, if it came to that. He had done nothing but ride twice over the same stretch of prairie, while death had come to both camps. Most of it had been chewed off to the roots.
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