I don't know what to think of you men, she said, and went in her house and slammed the door. She reminded herself it was time she got out of the habit of babies. If one of her girls got too sweet on a cowboy, which could always happen in her profession, Sal promptly got rid of her, shoving her out the back door of the saloon into the dusty street. The three torn specimens he was tying into their shrouds had not been so lucky.
You got those two women, back in Nebraska, he pointed out. They were out of range of arrows, and of bullets too, Pea hoped, but he had hardly hoped it when a bullet stung him just above the shoulder blade. It's a full-time job. If Jake had been as firm as he pretended to be, it would have left her with little security.
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