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water much more than half an hour, but it seemed closer to a hundred years of Sundays. Toward the end, up ahead, Purse lost his seat on Vixen somehow. But he managed to grab the saddle, and then the mare’s tail as she went by, and she pulled him in all right. Along the way, Purse didn’t have much chance that night to help a speckled bull. It got its horns caught in a huge bunch of seaweed. And the seaweed came up afterward but the bull didn’t. Natcho’s black Diablo turned over under him and started kicking and thrashing likehell. But Natcho just got out of the way and the two of them swam along onto the beach together.
    Finally, with both my hands almost frozen stiff around his reins, Buck’s feet touched ground, and he just walked up through the water to the shore as calmly as if this kind of a cattle drive was an everyday, or every night, experience for him.
    We were a little ways away from town here, and Sammy, who had been in the first boat, had already got a giant bonfire started on the beach. There’d been key gear on that first boat to hopefully keep us from freezing solid, including kerosene, and Sammy had poured a lot of that over a big pile of driftwood he’d gathered and struck a match to it.
    “My God!” Rufe stuttered, almost falling off Bobtail. “That fire looks like the pot a’ gold at the end a’ the rainbow!”
    As we came ashore we all headed straight for it.
    Except for the sailors bringing more of our supplies from the boats up onto the beach, Sammy the Kid was the only dry one there. He’d already pounded stakes into the ground near the fire and strung a lariat between them to fix a handy rope hitch for our horses. And now he was keeping himself busy handing out dry shirts and britches and socks to us from our gear so we could change into them, and then passing out our jackets as soon as he could find them. But while he was doing it, he wasn’t looking any of us in the eye too much, and wasn’t saying anything.
    He handed Dixie Claybourne’s rawhide jacket to him and Dixie was just barely thawed out enough to say, “How was that boat trip, Sammy?” Dixie had a way of saying things, sometimes, so that you didn’t know if they were as mean as they sounded or not. But Sammy looked like he’d been slapped, and pretty hard at that.
    “Well,” Dixie kept on, “was it tough?”
    “In case you didn’t know it, Dixie,” Shad said quietly, “we needed one man to take the first boat. And, all things equal, I elected the Kid.”
    “Sure.” Dixie shrugged. “If you say so, boss.”
    “I wanted someone here t’ start settin’ things up for the rest of us. If not him, somebody else.” Shad’s tone hardened a little. “Maybe you.” When Shad spoke this way, Dixie was smart enough not to answer too fast. He was thinking for some kind of an answer when Slim grinned, buttoning up his dry shirt with still-shaking hands.
    “Hell, I wish it’d been me, boss. Right now my ass is froze damnere completely off!”
    Shad turned to Sammy. “Break out the bourbon ya’ got over there. If Slim froze his ass off, it’d be the biggest loss our outfit ever suffered.”
    There was some easy laughter from all around now, but everybody knew just exactly what had actually happened. It’s kind of complicated, but it’s honest-to-God true. Dixie had insulted Sammy the Kid, who was sure as hell feeling bad enough already. Shad, knowing the way the youngster felt, had protectively taken his side. Dixie had tried to back down, but his own pride had got in his way and wouldn’t let him really back off altogether, or in an easygoing fashion. That kind of pride Dixie had, starting out with needlessly hurting the Kid, was a false pride, and Shad nailed him for it on the spot. Dixie was caught in a bind, and Slim came to the rescue of the situation by saying something for everyone’s benefit that was kind of funny. Shad picked up on that and decided to let it go by saying something back to Slim even