Augustus found a small crowbar among the tools the man had cavalierly abandoned, and rode up the street to the Hat Creek corrals, where he easily pried his sign off the fence. Once Gus was well covered, they filled the coffin to the top with salt and nailed it shut. A cow don't go far with this bunch, Augustus observed. I imagine they speak Ute.
Luke smiled his mean smile. It suited her that it was going to rain and they would stay longer. Only Gus's luck ran out. He ain't dead at all.
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