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Without another look he rode past them and on out of the camp. Just then Jake came walking along, a Winchester in the crook of his arm. Keep him and do what with him? What do you care? Clara said. He had taken off his sheriff's star for a few days--a precaution he often took in a strange town.

The men had had the last of Po Campo's water that morning, barely enough to wet their tongues. There was nothing to see but grass and sky. He went off across the Quitaque. She would never let them hang Dee Boot.