You best go find your wife. Augustus had to hastily dig himself a shallow hole on the other side of the horse, where the blood and the blowflies were worse. July told me to be sure and watch him. Hailstones were falling everywhere, splashing into the river, bouncing off the backs of the cattle and plunking into the muddy banks.
What are we waiting on? Lippy asked. She knew he couldn't stay mad very long. At least he had sense enough to figure out she didn't want to be bothered with him, and had let her alone. He heard gunfire behind him--it was Frog Lip shooting.
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