They saw him pull up at the head of the caravan and motion, wide armed, to the riders, the train not halting at all.
He joined the two equestrian figures on ahead, the girl and the young man whom his mother had named as Sam Woodhull.

They could see him shaking hands, then doing a curvet or so to show off his newly borrowed mount.
"He takes well to riding, your son," said the newcomer approvingly.
"He's been crazy to get West," assented the father.

"Wants to get among the buffalo." "We all do," said Will Banion.

"None left in Kentucky this generation back; none now in Missouri.

The Plains!" His eye gleamed.
"That's Sam Woodhull along," resumed Molly Wingate.