They reached San Antonio late in the day, passing near one of the old missions. The creek bottom was nearly bare of foliage. He knew it wasn't helpful, but he was in no mood for conversation. Maybe roads of bones were all that was left.
Dern it, come on! Jake said. His eyes ached from looking so hard for the line of the Yellowstone, but he still couldn't see it. Newt had gripped the bit so tightly that it was painful to let go. Lorena understood that, but she didn't want to go.
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