Chapitre 90: Chapter 90

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Midsummer, I ventured a visit to Teacher’s Mead, leaving James to do the light fieldwork required this time of year. I encountered no one on the way but paused to watch a stagecoach across the river making its way to Yanube City. The man riding shotgun almost broke his neck watching me over his shoulder until they were out of sight.

A lone Indian on a pinto had excited his great interest. Dull Lance’s occasional raids had soured the atmosphere and made life more difficult for those of us remaining in this part of the country.