Oh, no, Deets said. She saw nothing unfriendly in his eyes. He untied his saddlebag and brought out the two notes, handing them to Clara. Did the Indians kill your horse? July asked.
Call was more worried than he let on. It was puzzling and, to Newt's mind, unfair. It was probably just something his mother had told July for reasons of her own. It was men watching her while trying to pretend they weren't watching her that brought it on.
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