44/63 Won't you ride in to the Ford just as soon as you're able ?" "I reckon not." "But it's the only place where there's people in hundreds of miles. We can't back." "Then you've no people--no one you care for ?" she asked, in sweet seriousness. My people were lost in an Indian massacre--with a wagon-train crossin' Wyomin'. A few escaped, an' I was one of the youngsters. |