But the Captain didn't take back the order, so he unsaddled the little sorrel he had been riding, the one Clara had given him, and carried his saddle over to the mare. His mother didn't think much of July--she had told him so in no uncertain terms several times. July thought it a very odd business. Several cowboys got thrown, including Newt, but no one was hurt, though it took an afternoon to gather the scattered herd.
It wasn't a thing he could forget. He didn't want Lippy to die, of course, but he wouldn't have minded if he had decided to return to Lonesome Dove. I've had enough outlaws shoot at me. Dish was nice enough--it was just that he couldn't compare with Jake Spoon.
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