Buffalo Bill drew rein and looked around. He was in a narrow and lonely trail that ran close by the Cinnabar River. The country was gullied and cut by small cañons. Several hundred feet below him the river roared in its narrow, rock-bound bed. On the sloping side of this cañon was a number of trees, some of them of large size; and trees of the same kind bordered the trail.…
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