He felt an impulse to saddle her and ride out into the country, but weariness overcame him and he threw his bedroll on some straw and lay down. Pursuit was what he and the Captain did best, and now he was wishing he could pursue Blue Duck. It meant he was on course, and that water was somewhere near. He felt proud of the boy, and with it, anguish that their beginnings had been as they had.
He had hoped for a creek or a bank or a gully--something he could get down into and make his stand--but he was on the flat prairie as far as the eye could see. He seemed to think it would be easy for her to be respectable. The one thing he knew about Texas was that he was lucky to be leaving it alive--and, in fact, he had a long way to go before he could be sure of accomplishing that much. Johnson you're looking at.
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