It just grows. I heard his name mentioned several times. The herd was in sight, spread out over the plain for three or four miles, thousands of cattle in it. But no matter what he said, he couldn't soothe the girl's agitation.
Clara looked more closely at the man standing in her kitchen. It struck him that he was already years late--it had been some sixteen years since Clara held his hand in front of the store. It was peculiar to seem so infallible in their eyes and yet feel so empty and sad when he thought of himself. I doubt the main street of Miles Cty would make a good ranch, and I doubt you'll get any farther, once you spot a saloon.
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