Once he hit a root too close to the stump and the ax bounced out of his hand and nearly hit the woman on the foot. Instead he picked it up, went over and untied his rope. All night he had hoped she might turn to him, it being his last night at home for a while--but she hadn't. It was next to a warehouse where piles of buffalo skins were stored.
We can't stop here, Call said. It was a peculiar sign. We hung your man for you, Call said. I didn't miss by much, either.
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