He took her over to the cook fire and saw that she got a good helping of food, talking casually all the while, mainly about the qualities of the Pumphrey mare. Why, no, he said. Why Texas beats me, Soupy said. I took it when I was young, and had it ever since.
She ain't a lady, she's a tart, and I won't have her interfering with our pleasure, the gambler said. Maybe I'll send the rascals where your dog went. Soon he felt a little better. For all she knew he might expect her to be married to Luke, too, and she didn't want that.
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