I wouldn't have expected it to, out on the prairie, with you having such a close call. If we strike any more, let's all shoot at once, he suggested to the men repeatedly. You'd hate it worse if we had a bunch of studs running around here, Clara said. He had suspected the stories were exaggerated, and the man and his animals proved it.
If he could just get his head clear of the whiskey he could soon explain it all. He hated to admit how scared he was, but he was a good deal more scared than he could remember being before in his life. I expect we'll poison ourselves before we get much farther, with no regular cook, he said. He didn't stop working, he just worked absently, thinking about something else.
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