No doubt someday it would happen. “ ’Pon my soul, boys! ’Twas a gunslinger wrote this!”“Aye, so it was,” Cuthbert agreed in a voice of wonder. ”17They rode up the rutty cart-track along which Susan (a Susan who had known a good deal less about the ways of the world) had come singing “Careless Love” beneath the light of the Kissing Moon. Jonas thought it over, then said: “Seafront to begin, I guess.
”“Very well, Susan,” Alain said. “Do they have the ball?” Roland asked. “Until tomorrow night, then, young gents?”“Tomorrow night,” Roland agreed. Now they thought of how he had laughed back at them, and realized he must have been laughing at a different joke all along.
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