He had reached down with one hand to try and move the rifle a little higher up on his leg, and the water sucked the bundle away and swept it far ahead of him. It would not be pleasant to be lost, with Jake so drunk. He had not moved. All he had to do was trot along and think.
She ain't in love with me, she's in love with you, he pointed out. Oh, well, Call said, we ain't far from Dodge. Better to ask him to shoot her. But he hung on.
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