The farm house was miles off and the water had been gone for hours. Bilbee the dog decided to just take cover under the canvas tarps as little sister L tried to get comfortable with four fists of hay.
Dust rose from the prairie into the light of an early July morning.
Pa rode a ways ahead keeping a keen look out. He said we couldn't afford another night like the last. From now on
" you shoot first and we'll then get the shovel if need be..."
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