I don't know what that would amount to, he said honestly. When are you going after her? I ain't, Roscoe said, startled. It's to build you up, he said. The Indian that had killed the horses was there somewhere, in the underbrush, but he couldn't see him.
A thousand miles? Pea said. Then the gambling started again. Xavier didn't care. To Roscoe Brown it seemed a strange instruction.
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