He bought me once, when I was a whore, Lorena said, surprised at the word on her tongue. I held Betsey, I know how. She remembered too well the days of icy terror and restless pain as she listened to Jim cough his way to death. He was comfortable where he was, and had no appetite for hard riding and gunfighting.
Call suspected him of being a card sharp, but if so he was a careful card sharp. Lorena felt a chill, just looking at the riders. That's him, Call said, dreading the questions that seemed to be inevitable. He couldn't talk or turn himself, and he would never beat another horse, most likely, but he still wanted a boy.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.