Newt was embarrassed--at the moment he had made his slip, his mind had drifted to Lorena. You call this fast travelin'? she asked. I don't guess she'd just have got on a boatful of men if she wasn't partial to one of them. Usually she stayed inside.
It seemed they were on a fairly good trail, for every day they encountered three or four travelers, sometimes more. July remembered a saloon song he had always liked: Lorena. He knew it would be chancy to leave a seventeen-year-old boy in charge of a group of grown men--yet he himself had led men at that age, and that had been in rougher times. She's hunting Dee, I'd say, Jennie said.
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