It was the big bay Wilbarger had ridden into Lonesome Dove several months before. It had been very cold and the potatoes were frozen--Clara wanted them in the warm kitchen to thaw. He lay back and was quiet for a while, as the dusk deepened. What he didn't steal he burned, always fleeing west onto the waterless reaches of the _llano estacado_, to unscouted country where neither Rangers nor soldiers were eager to follow.
Gus had set up the tent before he left, but it was supper time, so Dish got a plate of beef for Lorena's supper. But I will say you should have brought a tent if you mean to take a sprightly girl like Lorie out in the weather. If you see them you'll wish you'd kept your damn beeves in Texas. He had been a sweet boy with lonesome eyes, polite.
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