He had been raised in a land of trees and was not used to country that looked so long and empty. The sight had been enough to discourage her from trying to stop a baby. He wiped some of the mud off her belly. I _can_ fly, he said.
I never tolt on you. Mouse had never behaved like other horses, and now he had even found a unique way to die. While he was half blinded by the sweat, the mules gave a big pull and one of the roots that he'd been about to cut suddenly slipped out of the ground, uncurled and lashed at him like a snake. In the clear late afternoon light they could see all the way back to Lonesome Dove and the river and Mexico.
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