You look like a man who could tolerate a game of cards, the gambler said. Jake looked amused. It was nearly sundown before he felt like sitting up, and then it was only to sit with his back against the building. There was not so much as a tree in sight, and it was a long way back to Fort Smith.
Guess I'm too hardheaded. The men sitting in the wagon heard it too--long screams that raked the prairie night for hours. I guess I'd be annoyed, but I could live with it. Probably half the crimes committed on the _llano_ in the next ten years would be laid to Blue Duck.
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