He sat down under the tree where Mouse should have been, sure that he was ruined as a cowboy unless a miracle happened. The flies will get on that wound and he'll die anyway. Why him? she asked. He soon hit a good wagon track and followed it west.
None of the men said a word. I sat there all night in that room with your baby. At mention of it the whole camp fell silent, looking at the mountains. I'd rather just farm.
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