But this wealth of information produced little or no insight.
A gunslinger knows pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.
Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?
He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially--not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business de...
