It suited her that it was going to rain and they would stay longer. The cattle began to turn too, all except the Texas bull, who let out a loud bellow. It was such a strain that he almost wished he had been left with the wagon, although being selected to go had been his greatest pride only a few hours before. It was strange to her that he could swallow when he couldn't even close his eyes.
I guess that explains it. The great line of the Rockies was clear to the west. That night they camped on the plains, twenty miles north of Fort Worth. It's just Red, July said.
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