No one could sleep at night, and even those hands who were not on guard spent much of the night checking and rechecking their ammunition. Probably all of them envied him, for he had a woman and they didn't. He had already turned two stampedes--something no one else in the outfit had the skill to manage. Fortunately the pines were not too thick, or Roscoe felt he would not have survived.
Once again they rode all night. With a smile, the black man handed her back her wet reins. He himself had been plagued from the start by a sense of hopelessness about finding his way, and would have welcomed a guide. Oh, now, John, I wouldn't threaten these gentlemen if I was you, Ned Tym said, appalled at what he was hearing.
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