Augustus chuckled. We're just playing for buttons, honey, he said. She happened to glance out a window and see them, but they were still far away, on the north side of the Platte. Mister Jake taking a nap? he asked.
It had been nothing to him, her having to cross the river. Call nodded. He was soon across. He was beginning to feel that Louisa was right: he had mostly been wasted, and might have more feistiness in him than anyone, himself included, had suspected.
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