"And you shall have them! We will start at daybreak." Later that day they saw more wild horses and when they started in the morning the air was clear. Duncan pointed with his whip. "Susanna? Tom! The mountains!" They were there, low on the horizon and faintly purple with distance. He stared at them, thinking back. He had been, and was still, a greenhorn ... a tenderfoot. There had been so much they did not know, and even the difficulties they had imagined were so much worse than expected. He had not expected the trouble when the shooting occurred, nor the vindictiveness of the men from that shabby little settlement. Were they still following? It was scarcely likely. They had seen nobody now for days, and the heavy rains must have washed out their tracks when first they moved away. Their wagon now was lighter by a good bit and did not leave the deeply cut tracks they would be hunting. He felt better, much better. The mules moved out at a good gait, and Tom was singing in the back of the wagon.
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