It was cold and raised goosebumps on his legs. She was skinny and could hardly have been more than seventeen. We buried the last reliable man down on the Powder, remember? I remember, Call said. He pulled the saddle off his tired horse.
That's far, Pea Eye said. If she ever got a chance she would kill the man, in revenge for all the painful hours she had spent watching his indifferent back. They're such sweethearts they have to have breakfast together every morning. It might just have been a story--it was hard for him to imagine a grownup who would need to be helped into their own shoes--but if even part of it was true she had come a long way down.
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