Chapter 57

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Before long, Jesse was spending his evenings at Billy’s, listening to the soulful rhythm of the eastern tenderfoot. Crazy Kit let the gang unwind in town—since Shelton had moved his herd farther north, the Rustlers hadn’t cut out any heads of cattle, and the wanted posters displayed around Defiance fluttered in the dry wind like forgotten laundry hung out on the line. Joey Jr. savored each night in Billy’s, his roaming hands never pausing for more than a few minutes on any part of Marie’s voluptuous body, and a new influx of cowboys brought more suckers to Diego’s crooked cards.