Chapter 4: Lorenz Takes A ChanceLorenz rolled his cigarette and looked at Martin. “Y'all want some?” he offered. He was bored with the silence and the jolting of the wagon was sure to do damage to his backside.
“Naw, thanks, but I don't smoke or chew. Both cost too much money.”
“That's a fact,” muttered Lorenz, glad of the refusal. He didn't know when he would get more. Red had kept him supplied in Carson City. 'Course Rity didn't know nothing about it. “How long's this trip gonna take?”
“We're getting a late start so it'll be four nights on the trail, then close to another half-a-day before we reach your place.”
“Ain't my place,” protested Lorenz.
“Sure it is, now. Uncle Mac ain't got any sons, just Mina, and in Texas, girls can't own land.” To Martin, this fact was irrefutable; ther
