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He
followed
them
back
,
counting
as
he
went
.
In
the
general
store
one
man
lay
with
his
arms
wrapped
lovingly
around
the
cracked
candy
jar
he
had
dragged
down
with
him
.
He
ended
up
where
he
had
started
,
in
the
middle
of
the
deserted
main
street
He
had
shot
and
killed
thirty
-
nine
men
,
fourteen
women
,
and
five
children
.
He
had
shot
and
killed
everyone
in
Tull
.
A
sickish
-
sweet
odor
came
to
him
on
the
first
of
the
dry
,
stirring
wind
.
He
followed
it
,
then
looked
up
and
nodded
.
The
decaying
body
of
Nort
was
spread
-
eagled
atop
the
plank
roof
of
Sheb
’
s
,
crucified
with
wooden
pegs
.
Mouth
and
eyes
were
open
.
A
large
and
purple
cloven
hoof
had
been
pressed
into
the
skin
of
his
grimy
forehead
.
He
walked
out
of
town
.
His
mule
was
standing
in
a
clump
of
weed
about
forty
yards
out
along
the
remnant
of
the
coach
road
.
The
gunslinger
led
it
back
to
Kennerly
’
s
.
stable
.
Outside
,
the
wind
was
playing
a
ragtime
tune
.
He
put
the
mule
up
and
went
back
to
Sheb
’
s
.
He
found
a
ladder
in
the
back
shed
,
went
up
to
the
roof
,
and
cut
Nort
down
.
The
body
was
lighter
than
a
bag
of
sticks
.
He
tumbled
it
down
to
join
the
common
people
.
Then
he
went
back
inside
,
ate
hamburgers
and
drank
three
beers
while
the
light
failed
and
the
sand
began
to
fly
.
That
night
he
slept
in
the
bed
where
he
and
Allie
had
lain
.
He
had
no
dreams
The
next
morning
the
wind
was
gone
and
the
sun
was
its
usual
bright
and
forgetful
self
.
The
bodies
had
gone
south
like
tumble
-
weeds
with
the
wind
.
At
midmorning
,
after
he
had
bound
all
his
cuts
,
he
moved
on
as
well
.
He
thought
Brown
had
fallen
asleep
.
The
fire
was
down
to
a
spark
and
the
bird
,
Zoltan
,
had
put
his
head
under
his
wing
.
Just
as
he
was
about
to
get
up
and
spread
a
pallet
in
the
corner
,
Brown
said
,
"
There
.
You
’
ve
told
it
.
Do
you
feel
better
?
"
The
gunslinger
started
.
"
Why
would
I
feel
bad
?
"
"
You
’
re
human
,
you
said
.
No
demon
.
Or
did
you
lie
?
"
"
I
didn
’
t
lie
.
"
He
felt
the
grudging
admittance
in
him
:
he
liked
Brown
.
Honestly
did
.
And
he
hadn
’
t
lied
to
the
dweller
in
any
way
.
"
Who
are
you
,
Brown
?
Really
,
I
mean
.
"
