You can float downstream, you won't actually have to swim much. Suddenly Clara felt angry that the man had been fool enough to think he could break that mare, when both she and Cholo had warned him to leave her alone. It's just Zwey, she whispered. I guess he thinks he might be dead before you get there.
The cattle were walking listlessly, worn out from their run. Clara sighed, and her anger wore out with the sigh. The men had had the last of Po Campo's water that morning, barely enough to wet their tongues. The rolling plain was empty.
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