rse once he hit his stride, but he did start slow--and the big-footed gelding kicked a little dust on Charlie Barnes's shiny shoes, getting underway. A squall had blown in. Lorena waited, taking a sip or two of whiskey. He felt played out, and wished they were already in Montana.
He always killed game but was not much interested in the hunt. I hope you will, Call said. Lorena was so taken aback that she didn't know what to say. Most of the men had been thrown and were watching the battle tensely, clutching their guns.
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