Virgil leaned back against his saddle and drank from the bottle and looked up at the infinite scatter of stars.
“She was a nice clean woman,” he said. “Always took a bath ’fore we done anything.”
I didn’t comment. He handed me the bottle. I had some.
“Smart,” he said. “Good lookin’, good hearted. Hard to figure why she’d love a jackass like Redmond.”
I said, “Uh-huh.”
“But she does,” Virgil said.
“Uh-huh.”
Virgil took another turn on the bottle, then he looked at me and grinned.
“She’s such a dope,” he said. “He ran off to Texas with somebody else, she’d go on down there looking for him.”
“Uh-huh,” I said.
I put my hand out for the bottle and Virgil passed it to me.
“And her friend would go with her,” he said.
I drank some whiskey.
“Uh-huh,” I said.
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