No matter how he spurred her, the mare sidestepped, as if there were an invisible line on the prairie that she would not cross. No wonder you're lost. Why, Peach, I don't know why a man would want her, Roscoe said, only to realize that the remark probably sounded funny. Lorena met his anger with silence.
Her large body seemed to give off waves of heat, like a stove, and the toilet water she wore was so strong it made him queasy. She was not there helping. Now, in only a few days, he would be going north, a prospect so exciting that for hours at a stretch he was taken away from himself, into imaginings. Plus I've got one of the few feather mattresses in this part of the country, so it'd be easy sleeping.
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