By the time he finally rode onto the little hill with the live oaks above the Guadalupe, the sign was about gone. A few of the men questioned the necessity, since they were the only cattle outfit in the Territory, but Call knew that would soon change. The Indians had fallen nearly a quarter of a mile back, but were still coming. He murmured to the bay while the Captain watched.
It's worse than a sandstorm, Needle said. Or I would have, if need be. I pass on eatin' bugs. Three weeks ago they wiped out a family southeast of here.
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