I've been up that way, he said. Here it was only the second day and she had already had a fright like death. Though certainly a brusque greeting, it was not much more than he would have expected from a father--fathers had always been touchy when he attempted to talk to their daughters. Two weeks of mesquite had tried everyone's patience.
The nesters made no pursuit. Po Campo kept turning the wood in his hand, the shavings dropping in his lap, and then finally it would be done. Luke pinched her but she kept squeezing. The stairs had seemed long and steep from the bottom, but in a second he found himself standing at the top.
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