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"
Okay
.
"
Brown
offered
his
hand
and
the
gunslinger
shook
it
.
The
dweller
nodded
to
the
south
.
"
Walk
easy
.
"
"
You
know
it
.
"
They
nodded
at
each
other
and
then
the
gunslinger
walked
away
,
his
body
festooned
with
guns
and
water
.
He
looked
back
once
.
Brown
was
rooting
furiously
at
his
little
combed
.
The
crow
was
perched
on
the
low
roof
of
his
dwelling
like
a
gargoyle
.
The
fire
was
down
,
and
the
stars
had
begun
to
pale
off
.
The
wind
walked
restlessly
.
The
gunslinger
twitched
in
his
sleep
and
was
still
again
.
He
dreamed
a
thirsty
dream
.
In
the
darkness
the
shape
of
the
mountains
was
invisible
.
The
thoughts
of
guilt
had
faded
.
The
desert
had
baked
them
out
.
He
found
himself
thinking
more
and
more
about
Cort
,
who
had
taught
him
to
shoot
,
instead
.
Cort
had
known
black
from
white
.
He
stirred
again
and
awoke
.
He
blinked
at
the
dead
fire
with
its
own
shape
superimposed
over
the
other
,
more
geometrical
one
.
He
was
a
romantic
,
he
knew
it
,
and
he
guarded
the
knowledge
jealously
.
That
,
of
course
,
made
him
think
of
Cort
again
.
He
didn
’
t
know
where
Cort
was
.
The
world
had
moved
on
.
The
gunslinger
shouldered
his
tote
sack
and
moved
on
with
it
.