Roscoe got slowly to his feet, only to realize that he could barely walk. Well, it's natural to worry, he said. She believed it. I expect I'll just run most of them off.
But instead he touched his horse lightly with the spurs and followed the Suggs brothers across the plain. Burnt, Dillard whispered. What would he do if he did go back? Sit in the jail where he had worked with Roscoe? Or in the cabin where he had lived He was not so coarse as to enjoy discussing Lorie with just any man who happened to ask.
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