A swarm of gnats hung right over his face, and Louisa considerately swatted them away. Just because you're a little yellow don't mean you can't ride a horse. The rolling plain was empty. Anyone coming along the Platte who might need a horse isn't going to miss us.
I ain't much good at riding horses. Cholo shrugged. Then what? Call asked. moment of true emptiness, with thousands of miles of grass resting unused, occupied only by remnants--of the buffalo, the Indians, the hunters.
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