But now he's figured it out and he'll be coming. The Indians were dismayed; they flailed at the horses with their rifles, but the horses were spooked. Old lady Harkness didn't let that stop her. And she was always up and ready to leave when he was, whereas Joe and Roscoe were so sluggish in the morning that it took them half an hour just to get their horses saddled.
As she heard him walk off through the dankness, her spirits sank even lower. But when he took it out the word looked too short, so when he recopied the letter, he put it back in. By the time he lay down to sleep he was more than half convinced that Roscoe knew the truth and would put his mind at ease. He hoped it had--he had not been able to rid himself of the memory of the muddy grave they had put Sean in, back by the Nueces.
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