She had read them Walter Scott's _Ivanhoe_ when Jeff and Johnny were six and seven, respectively. Call had seen grown men get so scared of crossing rivers that it was practically necessary to knock them out at every crossing--and a shaky man was apt to panic and spook the herd. Come on, Lorie, he said. He had been a buffalo hunter and had had many run-ins with them.
It took Dish only a few minutes to roll up the tent and carry it to the wagon. She had often been happy during it, but not because of anything Bob did. She had forgotten the child, the woman with the two daughters, the big house. The vision lasted a second; it was Cholo who was watching her.
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