It was setting behind a large herd of cattle being held a mile or two from town. The cattle and horses crunched through the hail as they walked. If they want to cross certain rivers at certain crossings, they've got to pay for the privilege. Even if it didn't, a bearskin might come in handy.
Why did he think I got trampled? Newt asked. It don't sound like no wind I ever heard, he said, standing up. That's up to the Captain. Deets felt a foreboding, a sense that they were starting on a hard journey to a far place.
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