"If you know you'll need a gun, then you must know of dangers," said Mrs. Simpson.
"Now, Ann," big Jed Simpson said easily, "there isn't a thing to worry about."
"I hope not."
"We have good stock, good equipment, and, thank God, we're all healthy and together again. There is no reason why we don't have a good chance," Mr. Simpson told her. "Looks as though the show's over," he added.
They drifted back toward their wagons, which were side by side. Pete's big draft horses and his four trim, fast ponies, tied to a picket line, shuffled about and munched fodder. A little distance away, the Simpsons' four wagon mules were in a rope corral. But Sunshine, the swift palomino mare with the white mane and tail, the horse Mr. Simpson would ride in the Land Run, was staked on her own picket rope away from the mules, and she was eating oats. Sunshine would have to travel very fast and far.
"Coming, twins?" their mother called.
"Can't we stay and talk with Mr. Brent for a little while?" Cindy asked.
"Don't get in the way."
"In the way!" Pete snorted. "My two sweet-hearts in the way! Why, Mrs. Simpson!"