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“Shit,” she mumbled. “Why in hell I ever come to this creep dive I don’t
know. What do you know about anything anyway? You sit there with them big black
cigars, lettin’ the ashes go down between your boobs, and you swig this rot gut
all day, and you don’t never get out of that chair. What in hell do you know
what’s going on outside them swinging doors? You ain’t seen the street out
there since it was a dirt path.”
“I
don’t get out much no more, now that’s a fact. But I got a regular telegraph
system that sends me everything of interest that goes on around this town. And
not only this town, but everyplace else. Like I know Wyatt Earp and Doc
Holliday are making the scene too. Now there’s a couple I’d damn well pay
plenty to see in action. I seen them in a gunfight once. But I’d sure like to
see how they get each other’s gun off.” She laughed her loud hacking laugh
until the entire place shook. “That’s the only two men I ever think I’d like to
see doin’ it… since I ain’t partial to anything a man’s got, ‘ceptin’ his gold.”

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