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"
Did
you
say
something
?
"
The
gunslinger
asked
remotely
Sudden
terror
dawned
in
Kennerly
’
s
eyes
,
like
twin
moons
coming
over
the
horizon
.
"
No
,
sir
,
not
a
word
.
And
I
’
m
sorry
if
I
did
.
"
He
caught
sight
of
Soobie
leaning
out
a
window
and
whirled
on
her
.
"
I
’
ll
whale
you
now
,
you
little
slut
-
face
!
’
Fore
God
!
I
’
ll
-
"
The
gunslinger
walked
away
,
aware
that
Kennerly
had
turned
to
watch
him
,
aware
of
the
fact
that
he
could
whirl
and
catch
the
hostler
with
some
true
and
untinctured
emotion
distilled
on
his
face
.
He
let
it
slip
.
It
was
hot
.
The
only
sure
thing
about
the
desert
was
its
size
.
And
it
wasn
’
t
all
played
out
in
this
town
.
Not
yet
.
They
were
in
bed
when
Sheb
kicked
the
door
open
and
came
in
with
the
knife
.
It
had
been
four
days
,
and
they
had
gone
by
in
a
blinking
haze
.
He
ate
.
He
slept
.
He
made
sex
with
Allie
.
He
found
that
she
played
the
fiddle
and
he
made
her
play
it
for
him
.
She
sat
by
the
window
in
the
milky
light
of
daybreak
,
only
a
profile
,
and
played
something
haltingly
that
might
have
been
good
if
she
had
been
trained
.
He
felt
a
growing
(
but
strangely
absent
-
minded
)
affection
for
her
and
thought
this
might
be
the
trap
the
man
in
black
had
left
behind
.
He
read
dry
and
tattered
back
issues
of
magazines
with
faded
pictures
.
He
thought
very
little
about
everything
.
He
didn
’
t
hear
the
little
piano
player
come
up
-
his
reflexes
had
sunk
.
That
didn
’
t
seem
to
matter
either
,
although
it
would
have
frightened
him
badly
in
another
time
and
place
.
Allie
was
naked
,
the
sheet
below
her
breasts
,
and
they
were
preparing
to
make
love
.
"
Please
,
"
she
was
saying
.
"
Like
before
,
I
want
that
,
I
want
-
"
The
door
crashed
open
and
the
piano
player
made
his
ridiculous
,
knock
-
kneed
run
for
the
sun
.
Allie
did
not
scream
,
although
Sheb
held
an
eight
-
inch
carving
knife
in
his
hand
.
Sheb
was
making
a
noise
,
an
inarticulate
blabbering
.
He
sounded
like
a
man
being
drowned
in
a
bucket
of
mud
.
Spittle
flew
.
He
brought
the
knife
down
with
both
hands
,
and
the
gunslinger
caught
his
wrists
and
turned
them
.
The
knife
went
flying
.
Sheb
made
a
high
screeching
noise
,
like
a
rusty
screen
door
.
His
hands
fluttered
in
marionette
movements
,
both
wrists
broken
.
The
wind
gritted
against
the
window
Allie
’
s
glass
on
the
wall
,
faintly
clouded
and
distorted
,
reflected
the
room
.
