Lorie, would you mind handing me my gun belt? he asked. The shooting seemed not to have registered with her yet. It oughta quit raining, it's rained enough, Pea Eye said, but the heavens ignored him. Dish don't allow low types like us the right even to look at the girl, Jasper remarked.
What I don't need is advice from a goddamn cowboy, Weaver said. He shrugged, drew his gun, and without another word walked over and shot Frog Lip in the head. Po Campo, a tiny dot on the plain, walked well behind the wagon. She knew it wouldn't sleep long, but she herself had to sleep and was afraid to trust it with its mother yet.
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