There hadn't been any place to buy any others. There were no more attacks that day, but there was no doubt that the Indians were still there. Though he felt deeply fond of Lorena, he could also feel a yearning to be loose again and have nothing to do but win at cards. Once the night got late, the woods were as noisy as a saloon, only Roscoe didn't know what most of the noises meant.
An old man named Gill owned the livery stable. His feet were swollen to twice their size, besides being cut here and there. Otherwise we'll have to work at night, and I hate to waste the coal oil. He seemed as strong as either of the mules.
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