Ask AI3: What is were?
His visitors had crawled through the south fence and were crossing the meadow, angling toward the house.
Now he saw that both the man and woman were moving slowly and irregularly, staggering, as if they found it a struggle to remain on their feet.
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.
They were dirty, their clothes were torn, and the girl was so exhausted that she fell when she was still twenty feet from the front door.
Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.
First he thought of the time he had ridden to Gavin and told him how his cattle were being rustled at the far end of the valley.
The wind of their running was cold and wild, the horses were lathered and their manes streamed like stiff black pennants in the wind.
The explosion of the rifle had crashed against the walls of the stockade and the deep echoes were still rolling in the hills.
The guerrillas were running across the parade ground and through the rear gate in the wake of the departing horses.