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That's all right, Jake, Augustus said, flinging the dregs of his coffee into a chaparral bush. He remembered how snug and secure the jail was, back in Fort Smith, how nice it was to come in slightly drunk and have a comfortable couch to lie on. He knelt down and pulled the Negro's bloodstained shirt loose from his pants, exposing the wound. Hello, Aus, Augustus said, as he rode up.

He had discovered that if he talked a lot and was soothing in what he said it had a good effect on the horse he was working with. Then he heard the person panting and knew it was Janey. She loved picnics. But you don't never say it, she said.