July and Joe ride east from Forth Worth and stumbles upon a naked Roscoe, being held up by robbers.
July and Joe ride east from Forth Worth and stumble upon a naked Roscoe, being held up by robbers.
It sounded like July, and it looked like July, so Roscoe was forced to conclude that he was saved. He had been in the process of adjusting to impending death, and it seemed to him a part of him must already have left for the other place, because he felt sort of absent and dull. Ordinarily he would not have stood around on a muddy prairie naked, and yet in some ways it was easier than having to pick up the pieces of his life again, which meant, first off, having to literally pick up pieces of his clothes.