12/02/2026 00:26

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There they come now. He must have slept with the damn reins in his hand or he'd have never got to his horse. He slept outside her window, with his back to the wall of the house--his snores were so loud a person might have thought a bull was sleeping there. Before noon all the herds had crossed and the wagon and remuda of the last one was just moving out of sight to the north.

Call thought often of Newt. He spurred hard and raced for the river, though he didn't know what he was supposed to do once he got there. The Hell Bitch paid it no mind. The mules had the stump moving, and she kept at them, popping them with the reins and yelling at them as if they were