It seemed to her the horses would die if they just rode all day. I'm an old hen myself and it makes good sense to me. It was still hot in the afternoon, but the mornings were crisp. And leave the gal alone, she's mine, bought and paid for.
The chord of memory that had been weakly struck by the sight of the horsemen resounded through her suddenly like an organ note. The question stumped Roscoe. Then Dish Boggett and Soupy Jones rode over to help him hurry the cattle along. Lorena's face was there and then it wasn't.
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