Chapter 6

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Breakfast next morning is day-old biscuits and water, then we’re back on the road. We reach Salida early afternoon. It’s stretched out on a plain with a single mountain off to one side. A river, likely the Arkansas again, runs through town. We go around the place and head into a small valley a few miles beyond. Here are trees, good grass, the river snaking through, and over to one side, a ranch house. We turn the horses into a corral and Jack meets the rancher, who seems to know him. I stay back, being just the help. The fellow looks over the stock, appears pleased, and he and Jack go into the house, where I suppose they seal the deal. When Jack comes out half an hour later, he says only, “Let’s go.” We climb back into the saddle. “How about a meal in Salida?” I ask. “Get the horses f

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