In a minute they were in the running cattle; Lorena was so frightened she kept her eyes closed, but she could feel the heat of the animals' bodies. She had never liked to buy things; in Lonesome Dove it didn't matter, for there was nothing much to buy. As he rode away he decided he had made another stupid choice. He had to move.
It was already fairly dark from the cloud they made, though it was only midday. It gave her a power he didn't appreciate, otherwise he would never have been talked into a trip that was little more than absurd. The herd had just crossed a little creek when Newt heard stock running and looked back to see the wagon racing for the creek like Comanches were after it. He remembered the girl's last smile--yet he had killed a man before he had even seen her smile.
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