Guess I'll go have a look, he said. There ain't been nobody much to shoot at in Fort Smith. The poor man's laid up there for two months, wasting away. Want a bath? July asked his wife.
It's that whore, Jasper said. But once he was mounted, July felt a sense of hurry seize him. It was unfair, it was too bad, but he couldn't find the energy to fight it any longer. It was hard to believe he would even shoot Xavier--probably he would just give her another slap and forget about it.
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