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When they were closer and he saw that one was a woman, he was more puzzled than ever.

They crawled through the north fence and came on toward him, and now he saw that both were young, not more than nineteen or twenty.

`` There's only one more ranch three miles north of here.

He was silent a moment, thinking he could use a man this time of year, and if the girl could cook, it would give him more time in the meadows, but he knew nothing about the couple.

There was more to this than Jones had told him.

She helped him with the dishes, then he brought more water in from the spring before it got dark.

`` You don't hate me any more ''??

Ahead of him Gavin turned slightly off the trail and pointed for the Gap, no more than a mile away.

he could feel more than hear the staccato beat of hoofs that fanned out across the prairie to the north.

With every leaping stride of the horse beneath him he crossed one more patch of earth that had been his, that he would never see again.

He wanted no more sentimental scenes with her.

We'll still have the rifle, and I might be able to round up some more.

Now dammit, I don't want to go into any more explanations.

This time more of them hurdled the barrier.

He meant to say more, but he never got the chance.

Her hat had come off and fallen behind her shoulders, held by the string, and he could see her face more clearly than he had at any time before.

I decided to see no more of the clerk until the processing of my papers was completed.

Barton's men cut the telegraph wires in half a dozen places, carrying away whole sections to make repairs more difficult.

That mistake, she thought, had cost her dearly these past few days, and she wanted to avoid falling into any more of the traps that the mountain might set for her.

If the slope grew steeper and the groves more dim, she tried not to heed.

Unconcerned, indifferent, unmotivated, the forest was simply there -- fighting man's depredations with more abundant growth and man's follies with its own musical evening laughter.

The trees huddled more closely together, their limbs and leaves intertwined in a coarse curtain against the sun.

He could move very quickly, she knew ( although he seldom found occasion to do so ), but he was more wiry than truly strong.

Joyce had seen him like this once before -- more than once, actually, but on one particularly memorable occasion.

No more could he defend himself against them.