He hoped he had not more than thirty or forty miles to go before he struck the town. The wind howled across the flat plain, and the sand seemed to sing as it skimmed the ground. Allen stood a moment, started singing an Irish song in a quavering voice, then broke down crying and couldn't finish it. I didn't know cowboys come this young, the big woman said.
By this time Lorie could be dead, or ruined. We might need to eat 'em. On the other hand, if they had seen him shoot, the men might have shot back. A young giant of a man, so tall he had to stoop to get in the room, followed him.
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