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At the moment, the three men were not saying much of anything.
They were sitting on their heels, rider-fashion, over by the still empty calf wagon.
Brannon was hunkered down with his broad back to the left rear wheel, with the other two facing him.
He held a cigarette in his right hand.
It was burning away, forgotten.
His face was clouded with unhappiness.
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