Augustus hobbled over, drawing his pistol, and saw that both horses were down, their throats cut, their blood very bright on the green weeds and bushes. But when a little thing like Maggie, who ain't the strongest person in the world, gets a need for you, you head for the river and clean your gun. Augustus grinned. But Zwey refused to leave.
Did you find your wife? Clara asked. Good lord, he said. It was clear to Augustus that he was not troubled in any way by leaving the border or the town. He ought not to have gone back twice, let alone a third time, yet something drew him back--not so much the need of his own flesh as the helplessness and need of the woman.
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