They struggled in it like phantoms. Sheriff Herk Avery was a big-bellied man in a lawman’s khaki pants and shirt. His arms and legs began to swim weakly in the dust. “Say, stranger!” he said, beginning to smile .
He was bare to the waist. Sent THE FUCKIN CHAPERONE home with a fuckin rupture, if you could dig it. He grasped one of Cuthbert’s hands, kissed it several times (loud smacking noises that would have been comic under other circumstances), and held the hand to his cheek for a moment. And I suppose I must call ye Will, in those same interests.
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