He led the spotted horse over and helped Augustus mount. Wagons went by, and the drivers didn't even look up. Her only worry was that July might follow. She wasn't a lady like Clara.
The leader of the troop was a small man with a gray mustache, who wore a Captain's bars. I know him, Po Campo said. His cheeks were red-streaked--from excessive drinking, Augustus supposed. Some days he was harmless, other days dangerous.
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