Before he had finished speaking, the men had cut her ankles free and were dragging her off the horse. If Jake gets killed, tell her I will come, Xavier said--there was always that prospect. He mounted his night horse and rode quickly out of camp. If you get to choose one of my horses, choose that little sorrel with the star on his forehead, Clara said.
Looks like this country around here would be good enough for anybody. He got off his shot, which hit one of the saddles; then Gus shot him as he turned to crawl away. For a second, remembering the silent man upstairs, she thought how unfair life was. She had been careful not to let that notion take hold of the girls, but she wondered if she was wrong.
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