"I didn't want to say anything in there," Brevoort
explained. "You can't tell who's sittin' behind you. But what was you
gettin' at, anyhow?"
"You recollect my tellin' you about that trouble at Showdown? And the
girl was my friend? Well, I never said nothin' to you about it, but I
git to thinkin' of her and I can kind of see her face like she was
tryin' to tell me somethin', every doggone time somethin's goin' to go
wrong. First off, I said to myself I was loco and it only happened
that way. But the second time--which was when we rode to the Ortez
ranch--I seen her again. Then when we was driftin' along by that
cactus over to Sanborn I come right clost to tellin' you that I seen
her--not like I kin see you, but kind of inside--and I knowed that
somethin' was a-comin' wrong. Then, first thing I know--and I sure
wasn't thinkin' of her nohow--there is her face in that picture. I
tell you, Ed, figuring out your trail is all right, and sure wise--but
I'm gettin' so I feel like playin' a hunch every time."
"Well, a drink will fix you up. Then we'll mosey over to the room.
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