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Ruth held his look anyway, because being looked at had never killed her. It just made her tired.
“Miss Hayward,” Silas said, his tone not unkind but dead practical, “I drove two days through a blizzard because there ain’t another soul between Cheyenne and Red Willow willing to come to this ranch. The boy screams at night. The father don’t speak much at all. The last woman cried for a week and left on a supply wagon.”
He flicked the reins.
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