He wiped his eyes on his shirtsleeve again, reflecting that he had cried more in the last few weeks than he had in his whole life up to that point. She had felt that way herself upon arriving in Ogallala after her trip over the plains with Bob, and she hadn't been snakebit or had any particular adventures. The young man had had no experience with plains fighting and perhaps not much with any fighting. They looked across the river.
His lip hung down like a flap of some kind, as it always did when he forgot himself. I wish I'd known sooner, Newt said--it was the one thing he was sure of. My mules ain't particular. ONCE THEY HIT the Territory, Newt began to worry about Indians.
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