At that moment there was a wild yell from the tepees and Deets looked up to see one of the young braves rushing toward him. The creek bank on their side was already in shadow. Bolivar was resting comfortably against a wagon wheel and ignored the sally. You come from Arkansas, don't you? he asked.
I know something, Deets said, and to everyone's surprise mounted and loped off. Where on earth, I meant, Call said, feeling weary. They were sitting in the loft of their little cabin and she was smiling at him. Over the roar of the wind and the running herd he suddenly heard the popping of tree limbs.
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