Laramie Holds The Range

"[...]on the road to the fort and Reservation—was two miles above. The horses climbed the long hill again and started on the road for the bridge. "If the Double-draw is out," sighed Belle resignedly, "I reckon we're trapped." For the first time now they could hear the hoofs of the two teams sinking into and pulling out of mud. It grew deeper as they descended the long grade toward the bridge and clouds obscured the light of the stars.[...]".