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I cinched up Horse’s saddle and said my final goodbye to Sally (she chased me down the back steps to hug on me some more) and walked Horse down Main Street to the jail. I cinched Horse to the rail and walked into the jail, where I saw Deedee Yonder sitting at my desk.
“You off to mete out justice with Frank Kilhoe?”
“I am,” I said. “If that Chinese guy gives you any grief, have Tiny sit in that chair and that will shut him up.”
“Curly,” Deedee said, letting out a cackle, “that Chinese fella is gonna have his hands full dealing with me if he acts up. I don’t need Tiny to protect me.”
“I know it,” I said. “The truth is you’re the one that worries me. I don’t want you to get bored and start torturing the guy.”
“Curly, you know me better than that.”
“If that were true, I wouldn’t be s
