Sweat formed on his broad, clear brow as he worked over me. When the boys returned, Cut ignored their noises in the other side of the house while he finished what he started.
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We accompanied the band on the trek to the winter quarters again. The Conestoga made heavy hauling so much easier that I decided on acquiring a wagon for their use next year. The winter camp was on the far side of the Yanube this season, about fifty miles south-southeast of the Mead. Since Yellow Puma entered the cold season an ill man, Cut wanted to remain in the encampment, but when his father insisted, we returned to the Mead. Joy at finally being alone was tempered by worry over Yellow Puma. My mate felt he should have remained with the tiospaye, and the cold northers, when they came, blew right through
