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DASH
We'd wrangled most of the cattle to the nearer pastures; it had taken all of us to do so, but we would only have to venture out again at first light to find the stragglers. The weather hadna relented, only became worse. The snow covered the ground to my ankles and there was nay end in sight to it coming down. With the wind, it was like a blizzard. Any leaves that remained on the cottonwoods by the creek were halfway to Canada by now. The sun had gone down an hour ago and we stomped our boots and entered Kane and Ian's house in one tired, long line of men. The scent of stew filled the air and the heat from the stove felt good.
The women came to collect coats and gloves to hang them to dry on pegs behind the potbellied stove. My eyes caught and held Rebecca's, and the small smile
