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It was dark when Marshal Seal came out. “You can go in for a bit,” he said.
“Thanks.”
Clay sat on a bunk, looking down at the floor. “Clay?” I said, but he didn’t turn to me so I said my bit. “I am sorry for my actions, more sorry than you can know. I don’t know what got into me. When I saw that fellow on my horse I just went crazy. He took all I had and I meant to take it back. I didn’t consider him having a gun.”
“I see how you landed in prison.”
This struck low, rendering me silent, as I guess was intended. After some minutes, I stepped in again. “I don’t know what to say beyond being sorry which I truly am. I am also grateful you came to my rescue. It says a lot about you being a caring fellow, about your caring for me.”