They stared at Roscoe and Janey, as silent as owls. He pointed out to her that she was welcome to ride--she weighed practically nothing, and anyway they weren't traveling fast enough to tire a horse. What do you want? A white girl, Augustus said. It's rough.
It still occurred to him at times that such a thing might have happened, and that there were Comanches or possibly Kiowa riding around on the moon. Gus had been so affected by Deets's death that he had gone a little crazy. Maybe she just took a walk, Roscoe said, although he knew that sounded weak. Elmira sat on the stump and watched it, glad to be alone.
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