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Chapter 3

           Pasteighttheyweregettingreadyforthewatchesofthenightandimagininghowthecapwouldfeelwhenitwasclampedtothetopsoftheirheads,andhowtheairwouldsmellinsidetheblackbagwhichhadbeenrolleddownovertheirsweatyfaces.

           ButIgotTheChiefatagoodtime.Hetoldmeabouthisfirstwife,andhowtheyhadbuiltalodgetogetherupinMontana.Thosehadbeenthehappiestdaysofhislife,hesaid.Thewaterwassopureandsocoldthatitfeltlikeyourmouthwascuteverytimeyoudrank.

           "Hey,Mr.Edgecombe,"hesaid."Youthink,ifamanhesincerelyrepentofwhathedonewrong,hemightgettogobacktothetimethatwashappiestforhimandlivethereforever?Couldthatbewhatheavenislike?"

           "I’vejustaboutbelievedthatverything,"Isaid,whichwasaheIdidn’tregretintheleast.Ihadlearnedofmatterseternalatmymother’sprettyknee,andwhatIbelievediswhattheGoodBooksaysaboutmurderers:thatthereisnoeternallifeinthem.Ithinktheygostraighttohell,wheretheyburnintormentuntilGodfinallygivesGabrielthenodtoblowtheJudgmentTrump.Whenhedoes,they’llwinkout...andprobablygladtogotheywillbe.ButInevergaveahintofsuchbeliefstoBitterbuck,ortoanyofthem.Ithinkintheirheartstheyknewit.

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