Usually there were dogs around an Indian camp, but there were no dogs around this time. He would probably not have been able to hit one of them even with a rifle, distracted as he was by the dream. He had just seen two men shot in the space of seconds. When'd you change your mind? Dixon, the big scout, was listening to the conversation with contempt in his expression.
He had said what he had merely to distract the crowd, but it didn't work. He wasn't much older than the bartender. Gus was just sitting and looking, which was odd--but then Gus _was_ odd. We ain't struck the Milk River yet.
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