Buf's belly was huge and slippery. Don't you tie me, nigger boy, he said. I guess you just come along at the right time. One was a dead cottontail lying near him.
Deets smiled at Lorena tolerantly and turned his own horse back toward the river. It was clear from the dried sweat on his horse that he had ridden hard. Oh, I see--the man don't want to put nobody out, Augustus said. It was hot and the blowflies were already buzzing over the horse blood, but those were trivial discomforts.
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