She was still barefoot and her legs were scratched from all the rough country. I been alone before, July, she said. He quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He talks to the men.
I'd keep him too, if I got the chance. After all, he had only met Therese because her first husband had fallen off a roof and broken his neck. It was not a restlessness other men could talk to--only a woman could cure it. Being thrown was not particularly admirable, but it happened to all cowboys sooner or later, and it was a lot easier to admit to than what had actually occurred.
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