Chapter 20

           Thefirewasdown,andthestarshadbeguntopaleoff.Thewindwalkedrestlessly.Thegunslingertwitchedinhissleepandwasstillagain.Hedreamedathirstydream.Inthedarknesstheshapeofthemountainswasinvisible.Thethoughtsofguilthadfaded.Thedeserthadbakedthemout.HefoundhimselfthinkingmoreandmoreaboutCort,whohadtaughthimtoshoot,instead.Corthadknownblackfromwhite.

           Hestirredagainandawoke.Heblinkedatthedeadfirewithitsownshapesuperimposedovertheother,more

           geometricalone.Hewasaromantic,heknewit,andheguardedtheknowledgejealously.

           That,ofcourse,madehimthinkofCortagain.Hedidn’tknowwhereCortwas.Theworldhadmovedon.

           Thegunslingershoulderedhistotesackandmovedonwithit.