An hour passed this way, then two. “Good,” Latigo said, taking his gun back. It was what Roland had done when speaking to Aunt Talitha for the first time. When it was over, Eddie spoke for all of them.
There was something wrong with the smile, the color in Bert’s cheeks could have been anger rather than good health, and the sparkle in his eyes looked like fever instead of humor. I think Arthur’s da has always been a bit appalled by Arthur. There he sat, looking at his folded hands in his lap. One of his feet struck his guitar and knocked it to the floor with a thrum nearly as musical as the chords he had been trying to make.
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