Crazy or not, the tall traveler had been smart enough to figure out that the sheriff of Fort Smith was traveling with a heavy heart. He could feel that he had done as well as any man could have, given the raw conditions of the frontier. When the herd had moved on, he came walking over to her, his sack half full of wild plums. I've done worse twice, in fact.
She never said a word. He wanted somehow to move time backwards to a point where Jake could have been saved. His gun belt was hanging over a chair nearby, and he reached out and took his pistol from the holster. He was trying to make an inventory of things they needed, and the fact that Po Campo was in a cranky, uncooperative mood didn't make things any easier.
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