Now, it seemed to him, the Captain had forgotten his own rule. After he had eaten three or four he offered one to Newt, who covered it liberally with molasses. Gamblers eventually showed up in a town somewhere, and could always be found. But no one seemed convinced, and no one bothered to reply.
His horse whinnied, eager for company. He dismounted and walked slowly down the canyon. On the other hand he wore a sidearm under his coat, so perhaps he wasn't as kindly as he looked. That's on the Platte.
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