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Chapter 13

“How about a honey-soaked gammon?” I pictured the fat ham so vividly my mouth watered.

Red made an effort to be civil. “What about you, Cut Hand. What’d you like to have?”

Cut looked the redhead in the eye and uttered a single word. “Bil-lee!”

I don’t know if I was more embarrassed or more prideful.

Split killed off the evening regaling us with tales of the tub, cock-and-bull stories of his travels. I was surprised to learn he was at the fourth Fur Trapper’s Rendezvous on the Great Salt Lake in 1828 and claimed to have been on close terms with Jedediah Smith.

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Over the past few days, I had wrestled more aggressively against the idea I was offensive to the Lord God, that I was reprobate, abandoned in sin. Despite my Christian upbringing, the power of my need for Cut Hand ate away the base and exposed the noble in my emotions. And there were noble elements: loyalty, companionship, steadfastness, friendship, love. Perhaps love made our coupling acceptable.