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After AmericaCan you do that while I unpack and set up?" "Yes, Papa," she answered. She had always worked hard, and he trusted her to look after the horses properly, even as damaged as she was by the trauma of the day. He, too, had been forced to push through his own pain and distress, and he wondered when they might have a chance to simply settle down for a day or two and grieve for their loss. Sofia led all the animals through the deepening twilight into the garden he had indicated. The house there had burned down, but the fence line remained intact. Flossie tossed her head and insisted on leading her mates through the gate and into the knee-length grass. "Blue Dog, Red, you, too," he ordered. Sofia whistled to the dogs, and they followed her happily. "Guard!" Miguel called out when they were inside the fence before throwing a handful of jerky strips over the gate. The dogs fell on the treat with great hunger. As Sofia tended to the horses, he gathered the saddlebags and returned to the general store. Full darkness was upon them now, and the light from the kerosene lamps seemed much stronger than before ...» |
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