Five hours later, as the sun was setting, he nudged the exhausted horse over a slope north of the Yellowstone and saw the little town of Miles City four or five miles to the east. If he lost them he could usually pick them up within half a mile. I saw him in Ogallala about a year ago but the woman he was with didn't like my looks so we didn't talk much. They might put a log in the water and float down on him, using the log for cover.
Did it, too. It's bad handwriting. Somebody's gonna find them, you know, and it could be the law. The only advantage to him was that the trail bosses were generous with wire and pliers.
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