July hoped one of the girls would come out and help, but neither seemed to be around. The man called Blue Duck was much more frightening. She liked to sit and let her feet dangle down into the cabin. She wanted to turn her horse and flee, hopeless as that was, but while she sat in a cold sweat of fear Blue Duck turned and caught her bridle, wrapping her reins around his saddle horn.
Where was this? Call asked. Old Wilbarger had a sense of humor. To the west and south the sand was rising in the clean sky like a brown curtain, though far above it the evening star was still bright. That night, camping alone, he dreamed of Gus.
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