“Lots.”
“Sho! I heard they was sendin’ ’em East.”
“Oh, some. We’ve got to have elbow-room. Can’t pack two army corps into Osage Court House.”
“Two a’my co’ps, suh?”
“More or less.”
John Deal balanced the sack in the palm of one work-worn hand and looked hard at the Messenger. He could see only her eyes.
“‘Turn around,’ said the Special Messenger.”