Before noon all the herds had crossed and the wagon and remuda of the last one was just moving out of sight to the north. They were young and not used to drinking. The bitter truth was that Gus was right. The young settlers moved down the ridge toward San Antonio.
It was nearly sunup, still sultry and humid. The whirring they made was so loud he felt he could have screamed and not been heard, although Pea Eye and Ben Rainey were both within yards. Jasper was blue with cold; even though they covered him with blankets and got him to the fire, it was a while before he could be convinced that he was alive. She began to wonder if perhaps she was touched--if that was why she made mistakes.
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