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"[...]moccasined foot. As dusk fell over the plains, Sleeping Dawn moved forward lightly, swiftly, toward the camp in the hollow of the hills. She had no definite purpose except to spy the lay-out, to make sure that her fears were justified. But through the hinterland of her consciousness rebellious thoughts were racing. These smugglers were wholly outside the law. It was her right to frustrate them if she could. Noiselessly she skirted the ridge above the coulée, moving through the bunch grass with the wary care she had learned as a child in the [...]".