Then one of them shot off a gun for no reason. But that boy's his, and don't you tell me he ain't. I hope that goddamn old Ranger hurries along, he said. You'd think I'd get smoother, experienced as I am.
It was already fairly dark from the cloud they made, though it was only midday. Once he looked back and could still see the wagons grouped around the little store. A second later another hit Jim in the ribs. Fortunately he had not ridden into such a puddle.
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