Except they wouldn’t all be men; many (perhaps even most) would be boys roughly their own ages. Standing beside him, puffing with excitement, anxiety, and self-importance, was Sheriff Avery. Every time she thought of that, her blood sang with anger and shame. “Roland look out! Snake!” Cuthbert screamed, but before the second word had left his mouth, Roland had drawn one of his guns.
The tears were close again, burning the backs of her eyes, but she would not let them fall. For the first time that morning she registered the day’s bright beauty—gulls circling in the hazy air off to the west, high grasses While the mare munched oats, Susan examined her hooves. But she won’t like the look of your face the next time you climb into the saddle, Cuthbert thought.
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