When they passed the point of his debacle, he looked the other way. Flat, gently undulating prairie stretched over the horizon, studded with an occasional oak or boulder. Sometimes you could see a column of smoke in the distance where some rancher was holding onto the land for a reason that only God could know or see why. He looked over at Martin. The young man still had his jaw set in a stubborn line while staring straight ahead.
Young James had hung his arms over the wagon lip and was standing on the possible box. He was clearly bored with the scenery and was watching the clouds. Every so often he would turn and stick his tongue out at Lorenz. Lorenz half laughed to himself. Crazy little kid! Hell, he didn't want his seat.
He looked again at Martin. “What's got yore back up? Ah'm the o
