Jake, he don't take to _work_, Deets said with a chuckle. Sometimes her eyes seemed to pierce him, as if she had decided to read his thoughts as she would read a book. He had no idea where the main herd might be, or where anything might be. He had never heard of anyone dying while they were just walking along, but then dying was something he knew little about.
It was hot and still in the cabin. His good mood lasted two hours, and then something occurred which turned it sour. Gus's head had grown larger, was floating off. The cowboys had lived for months under the great bowl of the sky, and yet the Montana skies seemed deeper than the skies of Texas or Nebraska.
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