archer and blanton rode out of the smoking town just before sunset.
i enjoyed that, archer said. i righteously enjoyed that.
so did i, blanton agreed.
we should get together and do it again some time.
we’ll see.
they came to a fork in the road.
archer rode east.
blanton rode west.
the posse, such as it was, was miles behind, and none too well organized.
the sun went down over the plain.
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