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The cooks had prepared one of the best meals we'd had in a long time, and on Montero's orders had baked enough bread to last the day.

Buckets were filled, the herd fed and watered.

The worst part had been the waiting ; ;

although we didn't expect the attack before dawn, the long cloudy night, filled with the sounds of the industrious insects, seemed endless.

Coyotes and hunting wolves sounded like signaling Indian scouts, the whinny of a restless pony made one's skin crawl.

Oso slept unconcernedly, his rifle cradled in his arms ; ;

I didn't catch a wink.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.