"Lie still," he said coolly; "you're all right now."
For another second he sat looking down at her, at the dishevelled hair, the gasping mouth, — at the rags clothing her, and at the flat packet clasped to her breast.
Then he spoke in a low voice to his horse, guiding left with one knee.
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Episode Four
A Private War
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I
When State Trooper Stormont rode up to Clinch's with Eve Strayer lying in his arms, Mike Clinch strode out of the motley crowd around the tavern, laid his rifle against a tree, and stretched forth his powerful hands to receive his stepchild.
He held her, cradle, looking down at her in silence as the men clustered around.