BOOM! The rabbit’s scalp splatters open like President Kennedy’s and you go to see if it needs to be put out of any further misery.
You get used to the act of slaughter after that, nailing three more rabbits, all in a day’s work for a pioneer of the west. The rabbit meat keeps you going until you come up to one of the tributaries of Big Horn River.
If you wait for an Indian guide, turn to page 172.
If you attempt to ford the river, turn to page 204.
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