He hardly asked for more in life than a clean saloon to gamble in and a pretty whore to sleep with, that and a little whiskey to drink. Them gut eaters can't throw dice, he said. Then he came back and saddled her horse for her. She just told him plainly, with no fuss: Bob was the kind of man she needed, and that was that.
The chores ain't hard. Pea knew at once that he had to do everything possible to prevent it. I wish you'd killed the man when you had a chance, he said. He should have disarmed him at once and seen that the other leg was amputated.
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