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While they were talking, the bartender got up and staggered out the back way. Call promptly paid him his wages, much to Soupy's astonishment. He watched the tops of the weeds, patiently. I met that old trapper and he told me.

The sky had cleared and the clouds that had caused the terrible hail were only a few wisps on the eastern horizon. Then they were through the cattle. It was wearying, trying to adjust to all the paces life required. It was all the explanation he planned to offer until he could get Roscoe alone.