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"
I
’
ll
want
the
mule
now
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
simply
.
"
Sure
.
"
But
Kennerly
did
not
turn
away
,
merely
stood
as
if
searching
for
something
further
to
say
,
grinning
his
groveling
,
hate
-
filled
grin
,
and
his
eyes
flicked
up
and
over
the
gunslinger
’
s
shoulder
.
The
gunslinger
sidestepped
and
turned
at
the
same
time
,
and
the
heavy
stick
of
stovewood
that
the
girl
Soobie
held
swished
through
the
air
,
grazing
his
elbow
only
.
She
lost
hold
of
it
with
the
force
of
her
swing
and
it
clattered
over
the
floor
.
In
the
explosive
height
of
the
loft
,
barn
swallows
took
shadowed
wing
.
The
girl
looked
at
him
bovinely
.
Her
br
*
*
sts
thrust
with
overripe
grandeur
at
the
wash
-
faded
shirt
she
wore
.
One
thumb
sought
the
haven
of
her
mouth
with
dreamlike
slowness
.
The
gunslinger
turned
back
to
Kennerly
.
Kennerly
’
s
grin
was
huge
.
His
skin
was
waxy
yellow
.
His
eyes
rolled
in
their
sockets
.
"
I
-
"
he
began
in
a
phlegm
-
filled
whisper
and
could
not
continue
.
"
The
mule
,
"
the
gunslinger
prodded
gently
.
"
Sure
,
sure
,
sure
,
"
Kennerly
whispered
,
the
grin
now
touched
with
incredulity
.
He
shuffled
after
it
He
moved
to
where
he
could
watch
Kennerly
,
The
hostler
brought
the
mule
back
and
handed
him
the
bridle
.
.
"
You
get
in
an
tend
your
sister
,
"
he
said
to
Soobie
.
Soobie
tossed
her
head
and
didn
’
t
move
.
