He glanced back at the prisoners and was startled to see the girl, riding behind Roscoe. She lit her lamp and picked it up, scratching at the dried blood that stained one corner of the folded sheet. Why would you want to hang them? he asked. He considered offering to let her ride double, but before he could mention it she ran on ahead.
Minutes passed. Every time he heard of her being drunk, or having some trouble, he would feel uneasy and guilty, as if he were to blame. Though the herd was in progress, the camp crew wasn't. And now you wish he hadn't, Ma? Sally asked.
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