But he found he couldn't stand it to wait--he had to see her again, even if she wouldn't look at him. He lived in the tent all winter, keeping the men working but taking little interest in the result. None of them looked to be eighteen, and their horses were poor. For his part he would just as soon have ridden around Montana alone until the Indians jumped him, too.
He and Deets had been the main hired help on the Hat Creek outfit ever since there had been a Hat Creek outfit. It was Cholo, and not her husband, who taught her to love horses and to understand them. He felt much older than anyone he knew. In the night he felt a Stinging in his leg but was too heavy with sleep to care--red ants had gotten him several times.
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