He loped off without another word. We ain't but halfway to water. Dusk had not quite settled into night, and he could see the rider coming--a big man. You didn't earn it and you didn't stop it.
He says he don't like the north, Call said. Zwey bathed her face with water, but it was like putting water on a stove, she was so hot. Why, fine, Call said. Hours passed and they crossed creek after creek, but the man didn't stop again.
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