Oddly enough, he felt good about what he had done. Even Greybull and another trapper, Jim, had noticed the subtle change in the mountain man. “You’ve changed, Preacher,” Jim pointed out. “I can’t put no finger on it. But they’s something different about ye.” Greybull smiled. “I think it’s ’cause he knows they’s love at the end of the trail.” Preacher sighed and held his tongue. Even though several weeks had passed since the pox had struck the Blackfeet and their bodies had been burned, the smell of death still hung faintly over the area, for not all bodies had been found and burned. “The patrol that just come in says the second train is ’bout five days out.” Greybull wisely changed the subject, not wanting to be again chased around the fort by a tomahawk-wielding Preacher. “Twenty-five or thirty wagons. With them three wagons that rattled in last week, you’ll have near ’bouts sixty wagons to guide through the wilderness.” “The soldier boys say anything about the guide and the wagonmaster?”
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