Chapter 8 Then everything was solid gray.

 “Howdy, Boggs,” I said.

“Why hell’s fire, boy, you’re purty near a grown man. Your pa didn’t tell me that. How old are you, boy?”

“Twelve goin’ on thirteen.”

“Hell’s fire, I was punchin’ cows with the top hands when I was your age. By the time I was fifteen I was out in Arizona mining gold.”

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