But she felt it anyway, fair judgment or not, and lay awake on her cot through half the night, tense with selfreproach. They went out and Roscoe began to roll up his bedroll. My notion was that most cowboys can't fight, Dan said. On that vast plain, spotting three men and some horses was a mere accident--as much a matter of luck as the bullet that killed Benny Johnson.
Jennie looked closely at him as if to make sure he was all right. By the way, Soupy hired on this morning. There could be five hundred Indians around here, for all we know. I guess I can buy myself some clothes.
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