The Young Ranchers
There was snow in the air. Warren Starr had felt it ever since meridian,though not a flake had fallen, and the storm might be delayed for hoursyet to come. There was no mistaking the dull leaden sky, the chill inthe atmosphere, and that dark, increasing gloom which overspreads theheavens at such times.Young Warren was a fine specimen of the young hunter, though he had notyet passed his nineteenth year. His home was in South Dakota, and he wasnow on his return from Fort Meade, at the eastern foot of the BlackHills, and had fully twenty miles to travel, though the sun was low inthe horizon, as he well knew, even if it was veiled by the snow vapor.
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