From all indications it was a large place, and if he missed it he would be laughed out of Fort Smith--assuming he ever got back. Dixon never landed a blow, or even tried one. Call went over and told Pea Eye and Newt to start digging the grave--he wanted to get started after the horsethieves as soon as it was light enough to track. She made a bad job of it, mainly because Luke yelped and jerked every time she touched him with the needle.
He knew how to handle an ax, but he was forgetful once he got his mind on something. Though the sky was still bright yellow with afterglow, the mounds ahead did have a bluish electric look, almost as if blue lightning had condensed over their tops. No other woman he knew read as much as his wife, and he thought it might be the cause of certain of her vanities: the care she took with her hair, for instance, washing it every day and brushing it. On that vast plain, spotting three men and some horses was a mere accident--as much a matter of luck as the bullet that killed Benny Johnson.
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