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She
’
s
got
a
devil
.
She
’
s
wild
.
"
His
eyes
darkened
.
"
It
’
s
coming
to
Last
Times
,
mister
.
You
know
how
it
says
in
the
Book
.
Children
won
’
t
obey
their
parents
,
and
a
plague
’
ll
be
visited
on
the
multitudes
.
"
The
gunslinger
nodded
,
then
pointed
south
.
"
What
’
s
out
there
?
"
Kennerly
grinned
again
,
showing
gums
and
a
few
sociable
yellow
teeth
.
"
Dwellers
.
Weed
.
Desert
.
What
else
?
"
He
cackled
,
and
his
eyes
measured
the
gunslinger
coldly
.
"
How
big
is
the
desert
?
"
"
Big
.
"
Kennerly
endeavored
to
look
serious
.
"
Maybe
three
hundred
miles
.
Maybe
a
thousand
.
I
can
’
t
tell
you
,
mister
.
There
’
s
nothing
out
there
but
devil
-
grass
and
maybe
demons
.
That
’
s
the
way
the
other
fella
went
The
one
who
fixed
up
Norty
when
he
was
sick
.
"
"
Sick
?
I
heard
he
was
dead
.
"
Kennerly
kept
grinning
.
"
Well
,
well
.
Maybe
.
But
we
’
re
growed
-
up
men
,
ain
’
t
we
?
"
"
But
you
believe
in
demons
.
"
Kennerly
looked
affronted
.
"
That
’
s
a
lot
different
.
"
