We saw that one of the drovers had moved to
far-off the road and his caravan was stuck. A good number of people
were trying to push it out. Rollin took off his top furs,
disclosing his massive frame. “I’ll be right back.”
We watched in awe as he lifted the back of a
fully loaded cart off the ground and pushed it forward. The people
around him cheered. Single-handed, he did what five grown men could
not. The drover whose cart was just unstuck flipped a silver crown
to Willow as he passed and shouted, “He’s a keeper!”
People were slapping Rollin on the back,
shaking his hand. I saw a good number of women staring in his
direction. One of the men there called to Rollin, “I’ll buy you a
drink, if you put a shirt on.” The crowd laughed and headed uphill
towards a tavern.
The sign o
