So you're doing it, are you, Mr. Are you snake-bit, Pea? he asked, for in the confusion a man could get wounds he wasn't aware of. Augustus went to Lorena. He was nervous about the turn the conversation was taking.
He knew it would be chancy to leave a seventeen-year-old boy in charge of a group of grown men--yet he himself had led men at that age, and that had been in rougher times. When Augustus bent over to twist the arrow, Pea noticed that the back of his shirt, down low near his belt, was caked with blood. It beats all that they didn't get you. The days were dull and hot, and he saw no one--just an occasional antelope.
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