Though he had only glanced at her hands, Clara picked up the glance, displaying her old habit of being able to read his mind. But they were ahead of the cattle--from every clearing she could look back and see the dust the herd raised. If she was alone, the sight of any rider caused her a moment of terror. He would know she wasn't helpless, at least.
She wanted the chores done immediately, whereas he had always proceeded at a methodical pace. Well, sir, it's my wife, July said. Bolivar was unhappy. You can easily make town tomorrow.
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