 Carla woke to the drumming of hooves. Instinctively, she rolled onto her side and drew her boy to her. Luke squirmed, mut¬tering in his sleep, but did not wake. She pulled her blanket up to her chin and fixed her eyes to the tent wall as the ground began to shake in earnest. In seconds the air was filled with the sounds of horses, blow¬ing and snorting as they thundered by, mere feet from where she and Luke lay. The yips and calls of the men could be heard faint¬ly above the din. As quickly as they’d come, the herd passed by and was gone. She shut her eyes and pressed her lips to the top of Luke’s head. A dozen or more, perhaps. They’d made a good haul. ... | 
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