I said we oughta get married, Louisa said loudly. Even wounded, the boy proved full of fight--Call had to rap him with the barrel of his Henry before he could be tied. Augustus wiped his eyes with his fingers. The horse lay down and had a good roll, scratching its sweaty back.
He backed in, hanging to the lead ropes as the horses tried to break free. That night they all herded, not because the cattle were particularly restless but because it was drier on a horse than on the sopping ground. I think we know one another well enough for first names now. I like young things, Clara said.
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