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The purple thunderheads, livid and bruised at the heart and tinged with green at the edge, already were flashing with a malicious promise of violence. Thunder, distant but ominous, rolled over gentle hills toward them. The weather front advanced rapidly, blotting out the clear sky as it came. At its current speed, Miguel could see it would overtake them long before they left the valley. The herd stirred with agitation, calling to one another. Flossie snorted, shaking out her mane, struggling against the reins. She started to back-step and fight the bridle. "Easy," Miguel said, giving the reins a short, sharp tug. He leaned forward to stroke Flossie's neck and whisper a few reassuring words in her twitching ears. "Don't see many of them at this time of year." Cooper Aronson had ridden up and was examining the wall of cloud as though it meant to give him personal offense. Miguel pointed at the storm with his Stetson. In the few minutes he had been watching, the storm front had cut the distance between itself and the herd appreciably ...»