A bullet could hit anyone, she knew--even Gus. He's to the south, July said. His hair had already turned white when he was young. He had to rinse his mouth five or six times before he could even eat a plate of beans without swallowing grit with them.
Most of the men had long since grown bored with his drownding fears, and they left him to dry out his clothes as best he could. Or a donkey, Needle said. I didn't think we'd ever kill Jake. You ought to see what's coming, he said.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.