After all, he had heard them discuss killing a whole crew of cowboys, calculating the killings as casually as they might pick ticks off a dog. Dish had to do it or be embarrassed by his failure for the rest of the trip. I'm gonna meet one, at least, he said. It reminded him of times in Arkansas, times in the loft when he felt as if he were with someone who wasn't there.
The first time it bothered him a good deal, for the man never closed his eyes. Roscoe's a poor deputy, you ought to dock his wages over this. Then we heard she married a sheriff from Arkansas, but I didn't put no stock in that kind of rumor. They let the horses rest for an hour, then put Augustus's saddle on Roscoe's big gelding, and left.
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