Dead Man's Walk

Matilda Roberts was thinking that she was farther from California than ever—but at least she had money in her pocket.

“Now, Woodrow, come on,” Gus said, taking his friend’s arm. “Let’s whore a little, and then lope up to Austin.”

“Austin—why?” Call asked.

“So I can see if that girl in the general store still wants to marry me,” Gus said.

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