Nate peered into the growing darkness as long as he could, trying to catch a glimpse of the herd of horses huddled together on the far side of the field. He and his companions had dined well on barbecued antelope meat, and were enjoying a well-earned rest.
Gonzalo sat cross-legged a bit too close to their campfire, trying to get enough light to read the book that Nate had given him, Don Quixote in the original Spanish. He . . .
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- The Grantville Gazette Staff