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"
Nothing
.
"
The
hostler
caught
the
mule
’
s
bridle
and
led
him
inside
.
"
Rub
him
down
!
"
the
gunslinger
called
.
The
old
man
did
not
turn
.
The
gunslinger
walked
out
to
the
boys
crouched
around
the
marble
ring
.
They
had
watched
the
entire
exchange
with
contemptuous
interest
"
How
they
hanging
?
"
the
gunslinger
asked
conversationally
.
No
answer
.
"
You
dudes
live
in
town
?
"
No
answer
.
One
of
the
boys
removed
a
crazily
tilted
twist
of
corn
-
shuck
from
his
mouth
,
grasped
a
green
cat
’
s
-
eye
marble
,
and
squirted
it
into
the
dirt
circle
.
It
struck
a
croaker
and
knocked
it
outside
.
He
picked
up
the
cat
’
s
-
eye
and
prepared
to
shoot
again
.
"
There
a
restaurant
in
this
town
?
"
the
gunslinger
asked
.
One
of
them
looked
up
,
the
youngest
There
was
a
huge
cold
-
sore
at
the
corner
of
his
mouth
,
but
his
eyes
were
still
ingenuous
.
He
looked
at
the
gunslinger
with
hooded
brimming
wonder
that
was
touching
and
frightening
.
