
The prairie ran in green folds toward low knolls, with flower heads, shining pools, and a distant belt of willows under the sun. I had heard of this country as empty, yet it is crowded with colour and room enough for a hundred futures. You step into this one-chapter preview with Reginald Loraine at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The camp settled uneasily, with the decision held until morning and the horses breathing inside the ring of carts. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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