That night, though, he suddenly stuck out a foot and tripped Newt, when Newt walked past with a plateful of food. If that was the best they could think of, then they were lucky they had him to lead them. Now, as he sat and watched the moon, killing himself merely seemed sensible. The worst of it was that he was alone.
He heard the sound of an approaching horse and wearily picked up his rifle. This was what she had done during all those months at the Dry Bean, with any man who had drawn his wages. When he pulled, she fought. He was not even sure he could find his way back to where they had left the others.
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