Elmira heard the word, and knew what it meant, but she didn't care what anybody called Dee--the fact that he was nearby was all that mattered. He was sitting in the wheelbarrow, his pitchfork across his lap, glaring at the Hell Bitch. She meant to fight for it. He untied her when they stopped, tied her again when they mounted.
Po Campo had anticipated their condition and had a surprise waiting for them--a sugary cobbler made with dewberries he had picked. The sight affected him so much that he felt weak, of a sudden. Deets had found Wilbarger's rifle, and offered it to Augustus. Neither July nor Joe had ever seen a herd so large, and they paused for a moment to look at it.
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