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The
gunslinger
approached
the
bar
.
"
You
got
hamburger
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Sure
.
"
She
looked
him
in
the
eye
,
and
she
might
have
been
pretty
when
she
started
out
,
but
now
her
face
was
lumpy
and
there
was
a
livid
scar
corkscrewed
across
her
forehead
.
She
had
powdered
it
heavily
,
but
it
called
attention
rather
than
camouflaging
.
"
It
’
s
dear
,
though
.
"
"
I
figured
.
Gimme
three
burgers
and
a
beer
.
"
Again
that
subtle
shift
in
tone
.
Three
hamburgers
.
Mouths
watered
and
tongues
liked
at
saliva
with
slow
lust
Three
hamburgers
.
"
That
would
go
you
five
bucks
.
With
the
beer
.
"
The
gunslinger
put
a
gold
piece
on
the
bar
.
Eyes
followed
it
.
There
was
a
sullenly
smoldering
charcoal
brazier
behind
the
bar
and
to
the
left
of
the
mirror
.
The
woman
disappeared
into
a
small
room
behind
it
and
returned
with
meat
on
a
paper
.
She
scrimped
out
three
patties
and
put
them
on
the
fire
.
The
smell
that
arose
was
maddening
.
The
gunslinger
stood
with
stolid
indifference
,
only
peripherally
aware
of
the
faltering
piano
,
the
slowing
of
the
card
game
,
the
sidelong
glances
of
the
barflies
.
The
man
was
halfway
up
behind
him
when
the
gunslinger
saw
him
in
the
mirror
.
The
man
was
almost
completely
bald
,
and
his
hand
was
wrapped
around
the
haft
of
a
gigantic
hunting
knife
that
was
looped
onto
his
belt
like
a
holster
.
"
Go
sit
down
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
quietly
.
