Hell, you're partial to her yourself, Gus said. Besides, he was a dawdling bartender and deserved a lick. He tried humming a little of it. He paid her the fifty dollars at once--it had not been a bluff.
Duck said she talked to him. What's holding you back, Gus? Needle Nelson asked. Old man Darton was one responsibility he felt he could handle any day. It had been months since the afternoon in Lonesome Dove when he had got so drunk, and in all that time he had not even spoken to her.
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