But she had never let him get the upper hand, though it seemed to him she had surrendered it without a fight to a dumb horse trader from Kentucky. The rider was close enough by then that she too could see the occasional flash of sun on the saddle. What if they don't pay us here? the pessimistic Needle asked one night. He had managed to subdue his mount.
He put his hand for a moment on Newt's shoulder. Ellie? the clerk said. A horn nudged his leg, but Mouse swerved and nothing more happened. He and Augustus had discussed the question of leadership many times.
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