Elmira couldn't believe it. It was spring--what few buffalo were left would be moving north, and what buffalo hunters were left would be gathered at the old fort, getting ready for a last hide harvest. We're going to make our last drag tonight. Perhaps Lorie had not welcomed such boldness--perhaps she had recognized that Jake was not a man to depend on.
I ain't running for the bushes, if that's what you think, he said. It was such a startling thought--that under him, beneath the long grass, were millions of bones--that Newt stopped feeling so strained. We were going to give them two of these slow beeves if they'd ask, but they didn't ask. Yet, for all her bad temper, it was no relief to leave.
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