Why, it's a good gambling town, he said. Five minutes before, he had been pulling a yearling out of a bog. His feeling of lightheadedness came back and he lay down in the cool shade, thinking a little nap wouldn't hurt. A big man in a coat heavier than Cholo's rode beside it on a little brown horse that looked as if it would drop if it had to carry him much farther.
You'll have to come back next time you draw your wages, she said. Call looked at Newt. Not blind and not sinners, either, the old man said, getting to his feet. Come on up to the house, Clara said.
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