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The
gunslinger
took
off
his
hat
and
wiped
his
forehead
.
The
sun
was
hot
,
beating
steadily
.
Kennerly
seemed
not
to
notice
.
In
the
thin
shadow
by
the
livery
,
the
baby
girl
was
gravely
smearing
dirt
on
her
face
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
what
’
s
after
the
desert
?
"
Kennerly
shrugged
.
"
Some
might
.
The
coach
ran
through
part
of
it
fifty
years
ago
.
My
pap
said
so
.
He
used
to
say
’
twas
mountains
.
Others
say
an
ocean
.
.
.
a
green
ocean
with
monsters
.
And
some
say
that
’
s
where
the
world
ends
.
That
there
ain
’
t
nothing
but
lights
that
’
ll
drive
a
man
blind
and
the
face
of
God
with
his
mouth
open
to
eat
them
up
.
"
"
Drivel
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
shortly
.
"
Sure
it
is
.
"
Kennerly
cried
happily
.
He
cringed
again
,
hating
,
fearing
,
wanting
to
please
.
"
You
see
my
mule
is
looked
after
.
"
He
flicked
Kennerly
another
coin
,
which
Kennerly
caught
on
the
fly
.
"
Surely
.
You
stayin
’
a
little
?
"
"
I
guess
I
might
.
"
"
That
Allie
’
s
pretty
nice
when
she
wants
to
be
,
ain
’
t
she
?
"
