Emily King

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The two of them fell silent, looking across to Mexico. Though they quarreled frequently, they were often tugged by the same impulses, and so it was at that moment by the slow river. The longer they looked across it, the more strongly they felt the urge to attempt their mission alone—without cattle and without the other men. “We could just do it, Woodrow—the two of us,” Augustus said. “We’d have a better chance than if we take the cattle or the troop.” Call agreed. “I’m game if you are,” he said. “I think it’s about time we made something of ourselves, anyway.”
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