” The voice was a reedy quaver. “Quit looking at me that way, you big old sonuvabitch,” Sheemie whispered, and felt a little better. He could feel a foolish grin overspreading his face. “That’s what most of our time in Mejis has been about, and it’s the thing I do worst.
”Renfrew nodded toward Susan, who was seated across and three seats up from Roland himself—just a table’s turn from the Mayor, who was, of course, seated at the head. 8They ate the leaf-wrapped delicacies Eddie called gunslinger burritos, drawing closer to the fire and feeding it more wood as the dark drew down. The only item of interest was in the bottom drawer: a pair of spurs. She reckoned that time would tell the rest.
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