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When this failed to elicit a response, Wilson broadened his smile to
expose, not a solitary, but a brace of gold teeth.
“You don’t know what that means, do you, son?”
In truth he did not, and owned up to this shortcoming, feeling foolish,
as though he were a sharecropper after all, duded up in chaps and spurs, yet
without a notion of their true meaning, or use.
“This may well be a decision you’ll regret but once, son, an’ that
continuously.”
He began to leave, but turned and added,
“We trail at dawn. And—I wouldn’t hold it as personal if we never
saw each other again.”
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