Elmira hated the smell of blood and kept away from them as best she could. It was peculiar to think that a buffalo hunter had been her protector after what she had been through with them. Of course, he knew any man could die. All he had to report was death and failure.
Then we'll drive all night again. As Call was getting into his wagon, a newspaperman ran up, a redheaded boy scarcely twenty years old, white with excitement at what he had just seen. To the next water and back, Call said. It was a hot night, and close in the hall.
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