William hitched a ride to Willcox on the back of a supply wagon, singing all the way:
“It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing;
It was once in the saddle I used to go gay.
First to the dram house and then to the card house,
Got shot in the breast and I’m dying today.”
Why had he always fought so hard against dancing? Plain Miss Peckham enlivened a part of William he thought he’d lost. He jumped from the wagon just beyond the outskirts of the sleepy desert town and walked the rest of the way to the hotel and Ginny. William whistled past The Buckskin, not needing a drink to celebrate, and the usual loungers saw that a change had come over him.
A mule brayed in the rode as William walked up the stairs to the brothel and knocked at Ginny’s door.
“Morning…
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