“No,” Eddie said. especially not in the middle of the day, when there was stock to be run and sold. “No,” Susannah said. I almost left him cold and dead at the Bar K.
Once, walking home after a dance, she had let a boy slip his hand inside her shirt for a moment or two, but what of that? She was honest. Jake handed it over. Here was a line of leather-bound ledgers, a priceless trove of books in a society that had forgotten how to make paper. When no one spoke or even shuffled a foot, he looked discomfited.
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