The ponies in the remuda began to nicker at the sight of so many strange horses. Since then, life had been very boring. It was still hot in the afternoon, but the mornings were crisp. He didn't feel he had made a decision--and yet he hadn't left.
He knew it would be chancy to leave a seventeen-year-old boy in charge of a group of grown men--yet he himself had led men at that age, and that had been in rougher times. It was hot, and she had rolled the sleeves up on her dress. Have 'em and do what with 'em? he asked. Dee snuck in twice, in the dead of night, so as not to tarnish her reputation.
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