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and no worries--until he got to the ferry at the
Colorado. Trouble found him there. It looked like a
black-eyed woman, pretty as a young filly and a
hundred times more set to buck any man. It looked
like a gang of hardcases with ideas about other
folks' gold. And trouble looked like the other side
of the river--the hottest, driest, most brutal
desert on the continent.