When July woke up she handed him back the six dollars he had given the woman. I can get you plenty of beer and a bottle of whiskey to chase it. He had dealt with renegades before, he said, and could do it again. He went back to the whiskey and from time to time recovered the misty feeling that he had always been so fond of--the feeling that reminded him of Tennessee mornings.
He didn't look to be in high spirits, but at least he was walking straight, which was more than could be said for the men who had returned to camp. He remembered that Gus had ridden down with him on the Kiowa campfire and killed every single man, while he himself had not been able to pull a trigger. Then gunfire flared just in front of him, too much to be produced by three men, it seemed. He was not so sure he would ever get to Lorie.
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