We might as well cross while the crossing's good, Augustus said. Then they rode over a ridge so low it hardly seemed like a ridge, and there was the herd and the cowboys too. At night lightning flickered high above the plains; thunder rumbled but no rain fell. There was something in it that thrilled him--he was Captain Call's son--but more that felt sad.
You can help me gather breakfast. Life for Call was work, and he seemed to think everyone else ought to see it the same way. Dan Suggs seemed to hate everybody he knew--he spoke in the vilest language of everyone, but his particular hatred was cowboys. Well, life's a twisting stream, Augustus said.
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