As Call was getting into his wagon, a newspaperman ran up, a red-headed boy scarcely twenty years old, white with excitement and what he had just seen.
"Captain Call?" he asked. "I write for the Denver paper. They pointed you out to me. Can I speak to you for a minute?"
Call mounted the dun and caught the mule's lead rope. "I have to ride, " he said. "It's still a ways to Texas."
He started to go, but the boy would not give up. He strode beside the dun, talking, much as Clara had, except that the boy was merely excited. Call thought it strange that two people on one trip would follow him off.
"But, Captain, " the boy said. "They say you were the most famous Ranger. They say you've carried Captain McCrae three thousand miles just to bury him. They say you started the first ranch in Montana. My boss will fire me if I don't talk to you. They say you're a man of vision."
"Yes, a hell of vision, " Call said. He was forced to put spurs to the dun to get away from the boy, who stood scribbling on a pad.
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