It’s the only way I ever take my fun.
The girl’s thoughts drifted back to the big Texan who had led the stampede and then presented his claim to another. She leaned over and rested a hand on Carver’s arm.
“I’m very much contented right now, Don,” she said. “But so terribly sorry for the poor tumbleweeds that have been crowded out.”
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