Gus had seemed young even when he was dying, and yet Call felt old. It was a depressing irony, for Gus had always been one to preach diplomacy with the red man and over the years had engaged in many councils that Call himself thought pointless. All the hands had a fine laugh at his expense. He stuck it in his belt and hurried back to Pea, who looked white.
July, of course, had heard all about Gus McCrae's death, and his strange request, but had not quite believed it. His charge was desperate, and he didn't notice that Deets was friendly. He had only seen her for a few months. And now you're scared to try.
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