Well, I've oiled my guns, Augustus said. And yet, now Call and Gus were respectable cattlemen, looked up to everywhere they went, and he was riding with a gang of hardened outlaws who didn't care who they killed. He just sat. Well, step down and have a wash at the bucket, Maude said.
And I'll tell you another thing: I'm sorry you and Gus McCrae ever met. Well, I ain't you, Dish informed him. He tried to doze, but couldn't for a time. It irked him that he had gone to the barbershop at the wrong time and missed the fight.
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