" No, the bus stops on the highway and I have to walk across that damn prairie all by myself. I spend all afternoon looking at the damn thing and I don’t aim to walk over it tonight. "
" Ah, listen, we’ll take a nice walk in the prairie flowers. "
" There ain’t no flowers there, " she said. " I want to go to New York. I’m sick and tired of this.
Ain’t no place to go but Cheyenne and ain’t nothin in Cheyenne. "
" Ain’t nothin in New York. "
" Hell there ain’t, " she said with a curl of her lips.
The bus station was crowded to the doors. All kinds of people were waiting for buses or just standing around; there were a lot of Indians, who watched everything with their stony eyes. The girl disengaged herself from my talk and joined the sailor and the others. Slim was dozing on a bench
