When the storm blew out and the sun reappeared, the cold refused to leave. Though he was annoyed with Call and Gus, it amused him that three scraggly bandits thought they could beat them. Yet the letter he composed, though he had labored over it several nights, was such a poor composition that he debated sending it. He was doing that when Lorena came to tell him Bob was dead.
I want to see Dee Boot, the woman said, her voice just a whisper. I can't neither, Louisa said. Or did they just decide you wasn't worth your salary and run you out of town? Roscoe felt aggrieved. He ought to leave that girl and throw in with us, Call said.
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