Ben Rainey, an excellent rider, had been assigned the task of breaking the mustangs, but on the very first day of work a strong black horse threw him into a tree and broke his arm. His mind took a moment to work out what his eyes were seeing. He didn't know it. He had spent most of the night simply holding her in his arms, hoping that body heat would finally help her stop trembling and shaking.
Newt had been curious about snow all the way north, but he had lost his jacket somewhere in Kansas, and now that snow had actually fallen he felt too cold to enjoy it. I brought your breakfast, he said. Looking up at the sky, her spirits rose even more. Newt stood over with the horses, trying not to cry.
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