Chapter 18

           HethoughtBrownhadfallenasleep.Thefirewasdowntoasparkandthebird,Zoltan,hadputhisheadunderhiswing.

           Justashewasabouttogetupandspreadapalletinthecorner,Brownsaid,"There.You’vetoldit.Doyoufeelbetter?"

           Thegunslingerstarted."WhywouldIfeelbad?"

           "You’rehuman,yousaid.Nodemon.Ordidyoulie?"

           "Ididn’tlie."Hefeltthegrudgingadmittanceinhim:helikedBrown.Honestlydid.Andhehadn’tliedtothedwellerinanyway."Whoareyou,Brown?Really,Imean."

           "Justme,"hesaid,unperturbed."Whydoyouhavetothinkyou’resuchamystery?"

           Thegunslingerlitasmokewithoutreplying.

           "Ithinkyou’reveryclosetoyourmaninblack,"Brownsaid."Ishedesperate?"

           "Idon’tknow."

           "Areyou?"

           "Notyet,"thegunslingersaid.HelookedatBrownwithashadeofdefiance."IdowhatIhavetodo."

           "That’sgoodthen,"Brownsaidandturnedoverandwenttosleep.