The arrows and bullets that had missed him so many times had finally found him. It was still hot in the afternoon, but the mornings were crisp. I can't imagine Ellie staying married to no sheriff. Then he even took a throw, for a joke, at a low-flying buzzard that had just risen off the carcass of an armadillo.
There was no more danger of that. I've heard of him killing in Galveston; maybe that's where he's going. We may get drowned instead of scalped. To her he seemed not much older.
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