I wouldn't have one for anything. Yes, that's true, she is a fine mare, Po said. I bet I could see my own horse, fire or no fire. No one would be likely to bother her with the cow camp so close.
It was the only way to deal with such a situation. The mules had run three miles before stopping, but because the plain was fairly smooth, the wagon was undamaged. He was a big man with a big head--every time she fed him her wrist ached from supporting his head. No, I'm bound for Ogallala, honey, he said.
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