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He lunged for the cowboy in the too-big clothes, meaning to tear the gun out of his hands. Outwardly, Roland was as impassive as ever, had even played Alain to a draw across four difficult hands, but inwardly he was in a turmoil of pain and indecision. ’Tisn’t like you, so it’s not. She was with Theresa O’Shyven, whose cottage had the cleanest corners in all Mejis.

Then she hugged him with panicky tightness. It was as if he were a bucket with a hole in the bottom: no matter what you put in it, or how much, it always ran out before long. Eddie’s hands wanted to clench again, but he wouldn’t let them. “Do we have time to make love?”“We have time, but perhaps it’s best we don’t,” he said.