He didn't even look at her--he wouldn't help her. He was very relieved, for with both of them gone, the herd had been his responsibility. The lightning died and the hard rain stopped, but a drizzle continued; they hit intermittent patches of thick brush and had to back and turn and go on as best they could. He walked to the edge of the porch and looked up the street, hoping to see Elmira standing in it.
Maybe I'll fry up some grasshoppers tonight, Po Campo said. Hang 'em? Yes, hung them all, including Jake Spoon. Three horses won't last them through the winter. He could have ordered him to stay and put a little more of himself into the order, as he often had at times when men were unruly.
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