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From: Walt Baker
Subject: [Bug-sweater] eyelid
Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 09:31:38 +0200

Ive met hunters who claim this mainherd will reach here this spring, along in May.
Tom caught glimpses of broad brown backscleaving the brush down the river slope.
But he did not vouchsafe to explain what he meant. Well water an get wood there, an go on, returned Jett,briefly. For a man ofhis tremendous strength and endurance the extreme of toil was nohindrance. Reckon they WAS thick this mornin, returned the scout, dryly.
Fiveweeks with this stepfather had taught her much, and she feared him.
A wide strip of sand ran along the oppositeslope. Theplace appeared pleasant and sheltered.
Ivebeen six months at this hide-huntin an I know what Im talkinabout.
Milly, Im goin to be rich, he said in low hoarse tone.
Youll find thebest grass along this strip of timber.
It was asa skinner, however, that Tom excelled all of Hudnalls men. It appeared to be an open wagon, with one man in the drivers seat. A kingfisher flew swiftlydownstream, glinting in the sunlight. These thoughts became torture for Milly, but only so long as shestrove against them.
Thus her habitual morbid brooding cameto have a rival for the possession of her mind. You an Milly keep your eyes open, an if you see Indiansor anybody, slip off in the brush an hide. Milly could see the bright sky line barred by blacktrunks of trees.
The announcement did not create any particular interest in hiscomrades. She knew his nameand the names of all the Hudnall party. All right, boss, easy it is, he replied, as he twisted a peg outof the keg. He wasof the opinion, and Dunn agreed with him, that the buffalo had atlast made for the Red River. He was the only one in the outfit that she could orwould talk to. Halt had been made at the edge of a clump of trees in a dry arroyo.
I dont knowwhen, but in a few days well cross the line into the Panhandle ofTexas.
While Milly was busily engaged helping Mrs.
Milly could see the bright sky line barred by blacktrunks of trees.
Trembling and panting, Tom watched with strained sight.
Im not your mother, replied the woman, tersely.
Jane, you ride with Catlee an let Milly come with me, said Jett.
Yet she could harbor no doubt of this fine-spoken,clear-eyed young man.
Last night his insulting speech before Tom Doan had created inMilly the nucleus of a revolt.
Thus she managed to avert utter panic, and as themoments passed her fears began to subside.
Wouldnt you like that fine now,Rand Jett?
Run out of cartridges, he said, laconically.
To Toms surprise, Hudnall took Dunns story lightly.

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