“I would prefer to be shot, myself, if I get that sick,” Call said. “Once there’s no avoiding death I see no point in lingering.” Augustus smiled at the comment, and poured himself a little more whiskey. “We’re all just lingering, Woodrow,” he said. “None of us can avoid dying – though old Scull did the best job of it of any man I know, while that old bandit had him.”
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