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  The train would come to Green River; the train would lace the land tight, a faster road to cross the plains.

  She didn’t want to see it. She would rather take a tipi and a horse and wander into the badlands, or die free in the first bitter winter.

  But Frank was here; just now, she couldn’t leave him.

  A lamp went on in the front room. It swallowed the lights of Green River, flooded the whole place like morning—the half-standing barn, the shadows of dogs in the bunkroom, the path to the cabin that was hers and Frank’s, their footsteps worn into the land.

  Faye rose from the graveside, and started for home.

  Copyright (C) 2013 by Genevieve Valentine

  Art copyright (C) 2013 by Richard Anderson

  All rights reserved.

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  e-ISBN 9781466839244

  First eBook Edition: February 2013