He rode back to the herd. She knew he was a man who was grateful for any kindness; she had shown him several, and she showed him another by holding her tongue and giving him time to get past whatever had happened in town. Fortunately there was a well-marked Army trail between Font Smith and Texas, and he and Memphis plodded along it all day, stopping frequently to rest. He felt hungry, though, and banged on the floor with his pistol until a timid-looking little bartender with a walrus mustache as good as Dish Boggett's opened the door.
He ain't sending you to marry her, Dish Boggett said, very annoyed that Gus had chosen Newt for the assignment. Going to town, Jake? Newt asked. He seemed to know his mind immediately, whatever the question put to him. The Suggs boys were already mounted.
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