To Crow, the ride seemed to take forever. But once they arrived, and he was greeted by gleeful children and barking dogs, he forgot about how long the ride was. Crow was nearly bowled over by the children wanting to hug him. Mary was waiting on the veranda. Crow was sure she had never looked more beautiful.
“Welcome home! We were beginning think you weren"t coming!” Mary slipped her arm around Crow"s waist as they walked into the house.
After dinner, Crow excused himself and went to his room. Picking up the shotgun, he went outside where he found Juan sitting in front of the barn with some of the other hands.
“Juan?”
“Si, Señor Crow. What can I do for you?”
Crow handed him the shotgun. “I"ve seen your leatherwork. Would you make a scabbard for this that would fit behind my saddle?”
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