It ended in a kind of moan and she heard a body fall to the deck of the boat. I'd rather be working. I just smell a lot of cowshit. With that he rode off.
She had never even met a lady like Clara, and in the space of a day had come to admire her more than she had ever admired anyone excepting Gus. He decided that, since he was in no hurry, he would stop in Lonesome Dove and beat the bell a few more times. He ain't much taller than a rock. You don't appreciate a professional when you see one.
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