Too young by years. “Did you ever see Clay Reynolds again?” Jake asked, after swallowing the pills with water from the skin he carried. ”“Wait a minute . Yet in the deep rooms of his heart—rooms where the clearest voice was that of his father—he felt he had not been wrong.
”She smiled. “The sheriff . light practice saddle, holding to the horn with one hand and rubbing the other down the side of the horse’s strong, silky neck. Clay Reynolds was leaning against the notice-board, picking his teeth with a broomstraw.
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