On the afternoon of the second day, Bill Lowman reined his sorrel around a scrub oak, squinted slowly from under the stained brim of his brown Stetson at the rancher, and muttered, "Yesterday we crossed the Powder River. Meanin', Jake, we're just about runnin' out of Montana and there's still no sign of them...Badlands."
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