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"
I
have
to
know
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
patiently
.
"
He
-
"
"
He
talked
to
you
funny
,
"
she
said
.
"
Nort
never
talked
like
that
in
his
life
.
"
"
I
’
m
looking
for
a
man
.
You
would
know
him
.
"
She
stared
at
him
,
the
anger
dying
.
It
was
replaced
with
speculation
,
then
with
a
high
,
wet
gleam
that
he
had
seen
before
.
The
rickety
building
ticked
thoughtfully
to
itself
.
A
dog
barked
brayingly
,
far
away
.
The
gunslinger
waited
.
She
saw
his
knowledge
and
the
gleam
was
replaced
by
hopelessness
,
by
a
dumb
need
that
had
no
mouth
.
"
You
know
my
price
,
"
she
said
.
He
looked
at
her
steadily
.
The
scar
would
not
show
in
the
dark
.
Her
body
was
lean
enough
so
the
desert
and
grit
and
grind
hadn
’
t
been
able
to
sag
everything
.
And
she
’
d
once
been
pretty
,
maybe
even
beautiful
.
Not
that
it
mattered
.
It
would
not
have
mattered
if
the
grave
-
beetles
had
nested
in
the
arid
blackness
of
her
womb
.
It
had
all
been
written
.
Her
hands
came
up
to
her
face
and
there
was
still
some
juice
left
in
her
-
enough
to
weep
.
"
Don
’
t
look
!
You
don
’
t
have
to
look
at
me
so
mean
!
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
.
"
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
be
mean
.
"
"
None
of
you
mean
it
!
"
She
cried
at
him
.
