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Yes, and you're my equal, Clara said, looking at her daughter. That night they camped on the plains, twenty miles north of Fort Worth. Didn't you ever give orders, then? she said. A plate with some cold eggs on it and a bit of bacon sat on the table--his breakfast, no doubt.

Don't run your hopes up no flagpole, though. Or I might come back myself. He wished he had given the boy his name and kept the mare. Lorena heard them arguing in the darkness.