It ain't that I ain't obliged, he said. Look, it's snowing, he said excitedly to Needle Nelson, who was near him. If he turned and rode into the Territory, he would be carrying two killings against his name. Since leaving Dodge he had not seen one person.
He looked around wildly, as if expecting to see someone. Gus sat by himself, near the cook fire, eating. The wagon and the remuda were a mile behind them. Deets nodded modestly, but inside he felt proud.
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