He had found it in the street one morning, after some cowboys had passed through. The news that he was dead did not affect him. The need to relieve herself became an agony--it was mixed with thirst and fatigue, until she didn't know which was worse. I'm used to my own ways, she said.
From all indications it was a large place, and if he missed it he would be laughed out of Fort Smith--assuming he ever got back. I guess in New York there are so many people you don't notice the dying so much. Okay, July, he said again, though he didn't mean to waste his time offering fish to a woman who didn't like them. The first day or two it felt a little wrong that he was riding and she was walking, but she was just a slip of a girl, and he was a grown man and a deputy besides.
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