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«
Sure
,
"
said
Casy
,
and
he
climbed
into
the
back
seat
and
sat
down
.
Two
men
helped
the
hurt
deputy
to
his
feet
.
He
felt
his
neck
gingerly
.
Casy
said
,
«
They
’
s
a
woman
down
the
row
like
to
bleed
to
death
from
his
bad
shootin
’
.
»
«
We
’
ll
see
about
that
later
.
Joe
,
is
this
the
fella
that
hit
you
?
»
The
dazed
man
stared
sickly
at
Casy
.
«
Don
’
t
look
like
him
.
»
«
It
was
me
,
all
right
,
"
Casy
said
.
«
You
got
smart
with
the
wrong
fella
.
»
Joe
shook
his
head
slowly
.
«
You
don
’
t
look
like
the
right
fella
to
me
.
By
God
,
I
’
m
gonna
be
sick
!
»
Casy
said
,
«
I
’
ll
go
’
thout
no
trouble
.
You
better
see
how
bad
that
woman
’
s
hurt
.
»
«
Where
’
s
she
?
»
«
That
tent
over
there
.
»
The
leader
of
the
deputies
walked
to
the
tent
,
rifle
in
hand
.
He
spoke
through
the
tent
walls
,
and
then
went
inside
.
In
a
moment
he
came
out
and
walked
back
.
And
he
said
,
a
little
proudly
,
«
Jesus
,
what
a
mess
a
.
45
does
make
!
They
got
a
tourniquet
on
.
We
’
ll
send
a
doctor
out
.
»
