My cow won’t act out of character, but I got to get myself in close, get a shot into her head as best I can, it’s no easy task to keep your rifle raised and ready, when your horse was seeming to be an aficionado of every goddamn rabbit hole out there. He better keep his footing. Maybe we are moving at thirty, forty miles an hour now, maybe we are sheeting along like the wind, maybe the herd is making a noise like a great storm coming down from the mountains, but my heart was up and I couldn’t care what happened unless I could get my bullet into her. Blooms in my head the picture of the
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