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CHAPTER 11
“Probably all Texas horses anyway,” Augustus said. “Probably had enough of Mexico.”
“I’ve had enough of it and I just got here,” Jake said, lighting his smoke. “I never liked it down here with these chili-
bellies.”
“Why, Jake, you should stay and make your home here,” Augustus said. “That sheriff can’t follow you here. Besides, think
of the women.”
“I got a woman,” Jake said. “That one back in Lonesome Dove will do me for a while.”
“She’ll do you, all right,” Augustus said. “That girl’s got more spunk than you have.”
“What would you know about it, Gus?” Jake asked. “I don’t suppose you’ve spent time with her, a man your age.”
“The older the violin, the sweeter the music,” Augustus said. “You never knowed much about women.”
Jake didn’t answer. He had forgotten how much Gus liked argument.
“I guess you think all women want you to marry them and build ’em a house and raise five or six brats,” Augustu
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