Still, July liked the look of the cowboys--he always had, even when they got a little rowdy, as they sometimes did in Fort Smith. The girl came slowly to him, shy as a rabbit. I don't know why. At first the conversation was one-sided, for Sean was full of worries and prone to talking a blue streak; o
He talked little, which would be a problem if she put him in a story--the people in the stories she read seemed to talk a great deal. His old pistol was so heavy she had to use both hands to pass the gun belt to him. Most of them's probably forgot what a woman looks like. I hope you invite us to breakfast one of these days, to repay the favor.
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