In truth, he had not been thinking very far ahead since drifting back to Lonesome Dove. Be a pity if you was to drown on your way to San Francisco. Soon he had forty or fifty fried, and no one rushing to eat them. Lorena smiled in spite of herself.
He imagined them raising horses and children together. But they had found that before they made him strip. He dismounted to listen. She had regained her appetite and put on flesh, and it seemed to him her sleeping late was healthy.
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