It's a free country, ain't it? she said. The moon rose late, and when it did the men walked to the little shack by the lots where they slept. Call tried to caution them a little, mentioning that there were said to be Indians on the rampage, but the men scarcely heard him. Usually that was sufficient, for the horses weren't troublesome.
Her eyes were fearful. It was of himself and Gus and Jake Spoon, taken years before. He spent the whole night thinking about the woman in the tent nearby, imagining things that might happen when they finally came to Montana and were through with the trail. It'll give me a better chance.
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