It would have been rough on Lorie, such traveling. A man like Jake, a traveler and a gambler, might meet a violent end at any time. He contemplated turning and trying to charge through them; if he killed three or four they might get discouraged. That's two you owe us, Jake said.
An hour later, Wilbarger was still breathing. That seemed curious. Often, while she and Jake slept, big drops of rain would hit them in the face and force them to grab for the tarp. Two milk cows grazed nearby.
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