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wish you’d taken my $12.”
“Maybe,” I said, “but I’ll wish it from here, not from wherever $12 would have bought me a bed for a month.”
He turned his horse and rode away without another word. But I knew he would be back. Men like Calvin Reick always came back. They could wait. They had time and money, and people like me usually ran out of both.
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