It discouraged her to look out the window at the empty plains and reflect that even if she had the eloquence to write, and the time, she had nothing to write about. The dreams had been so bad that he had already started sleeping with the unsheathed bowie knife in his hand, so he would be in the habit of it by the time they hit Indian country. As usual, it fell out of a clear blue sky--as fine a day as one could want, with the Arkansas River sparkling down at the end of the street. She didn't fight at all when he remounted, and she showed no sign of wanting to buck anymore.
It was proof that the Captain thought highly of his abilities. Perhaps he was not so unlucky, after all. However, Pea's opinion hadn't been asked--he watched as Gus and Deets began to cut the herd. If such a bear spotted him he felt he would probably just lie down and give up.
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