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Call knew he could never drag the coffin all the way to Austin--he himself would be lucky to get across the bleached, waterless land to the Colorado or the San Saba. Get up from there and go get July. Call had been looking over the rest of the troop. Nobody said a word when they came to the river; nobody said one afterward.

I reckon he got his poke, he said. The dern people are making towns everywhere. Johnson? Augustus asked politely. Call tried to shake the sleep off, but it was as if he were stuck in it.