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But by the time he and Dish hit the north shore and regained their wet saddles, he realized it was more than a squall. But Augustus had closed his eyes. It was a beautiful morning, light touching the farthest edges of the plains. Then Greasy, the mule, stopped--he had decided to die.

But nothing like that happened, and when he had settled on a headquarters, he told the men to drive the cattle east for a day and then let them graze at will. Jake Spoon has never taken care of nobody, Gus said. The nearest town, Catfish Grove, was fourteen miles away, and not much of a destination at that. Why, it's Soupy Jones, Call said.