Joan Randle reined in her horse on the crest of the cedar ridge, and with remorse and dread beginning to knock at her heart she gazed before her at the wild and looming mountain range. “Jim wasn't fooling me,” she said. “He meant it. He's going straight for the border... Oh, why did I taunt him!”…
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