The Kid and Annabelle took turns standing guard, as usual. Father Jardine didn’t even ask to take a turn, since The Kid had made it clear that he didn’t think it was a good idea. The Father just crawled under the wagon and went to sleep instead. The Kid never lost the uneasy feeling that nagged at him, despite the quiet, peaceful night. It remained with him the next morning as they continued northward. From time to time he reined the buckskin to a halt and turned the horse around so that he could study the landscape behind them. He even pulled his field glasses from his saddlebags and raised them to his eyes. Looking through the lenses didn’t tell him any more than his naked eyes did. If somebody was trailing them, they were damned good at it. Of course, following them at a distance wouldn’t be that difficult, he told himself. The wagon’s wheels left distinct impressions in the sandy dirt. A fella would have to be half blind not to be able to trail them. He began keeping his eyes open for something they could do about that.
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