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n black but a small boy with sun…bleached hair； regarding him with eyes that did not even seem interested。 The gunslinger stared at him blankly and then shook his head in negation。 But the boy survived his refusal to believe； he was still there； wearing blue jeans with a patch on one knee and a plain brown shirt of rough weave。
The gunslinger shook his head again and started for the stable with his head lowered； gun still in hand。 He couldn't think yet His head was filled with motes and there was a huge； thrumming ache building in it
The inside of the stable was silent and dark and exploding with heat The gunslinger stared around himself with huge； floating walleyes。 He made a drunken about…face and saw the boy standing in the ruined doorway； staring at him。 A huge lancet of pain slipped dreamily into his head； cutting from temple to temple； dividing his brain like an orange。 He reholstered his gun； swayed； put out his hands as if to ward off phantoms； and fell over on his face。
When he woke up； he was on his back； and there was a pile of light； odorless hay beneath his head。 The boy had not been able to move him； but he had made him reasonably fortable。 And he was cool。 He looked down at himself and saw that his shirt was dark with moisture。 He licked at his face and tasted water。 He blinked at it
The boy was hunkered down beside him。 When he saw the gunslinger's eyes were open； he reached behind him and gave the gunslinger a dented tin can filled with water。 He grasped it with trembling hands and allowed himself to drink a little just a little。 When that was down and sitting in his belly； he drank a little more。 Then he spilled the rest over his face and made shocked blowing noises。 The boy's pretty lips curved in a solemn little smile。
〃Want something to eat？〃
〃Not yet；〃 the gunslinger said。 There was still a sick ache in his head from the sunstroke； and the water sat uneasily in his stomach； as if it did not know where to go。 〃Who are you？〃
〃My name is John Chambers。 You can call me Jake。〃
The gunslinger sat up； and the sick ache became hard and immediate。 He leaned forward and lost a brief struggle with his stomach。
〃There's more；〃 Jake said。 He took the can and walked toward the rear of the stable。 He paused and smiled back at the gunslinger uncertainly。 The gunslinger nodded at him and then put his head down and propped it with his hands。 The boy was well…made； handsome； perhaps nine。 There had been a shadow on his face； but there were shadows on all faces now。
A strange； thumping hum began at the rear of the stable； and the gunslinger raised his head alertly； hands going to gunbutts。 The sound lasted for perhaps fifteen seconds and then quit。 The boy came back with the can filled now。
The gunslinger drank sparingly again； and this time it was a little better。 The ache in his head was fading。
〃I didn't know what to do with you when you fell down；〃 Jake said。 〃For a couple of seconds there； I thought you were going to shoot me。〃
〃I thought you were somebody else。〃
〃The priest？〃
The gunslinger looked up sharply。 〃What priest？〃
The boy looked at him； frowning lightly。 〃The priest He camped in the yard。 I was in the house over there。 I didn't like him； so I didn't e out He came in the night and went on the next day。 I would have hidden from you； but I was sleepin' when you came。〃 He looked darkly over the gunslinger's head。 〃I don't like people。 They fuck me up。〃
〃What did the priest look like？〃
The boy shrugged。 〃Like a priest。 He was wearing black things。〃
〃Like a hood and a cassock？〃
〃What's a cassock？〃
〃A robe。〃
The boy nodded。 〃A robe and a hood。〃
The gunslinger leaned forward； and something in his face made the boy recoil a little。 〃How long ago？〃
〃I I 〃
Patiently； the gunslinger said； 〃I'm not going to hurt you。〃
〃I don't know。 I can't remember time。 Every day is the same。〃
For the first time the gunslinger wondered consciously how the boy had e to this place； with dry and man…killing leagues of desert all around it。 But he would not make it his concern； not yet； at least。 〃Make a guess。 Long ago？〃
〃No。 Not long。 I haven't been here long。〃
The fire lit in him again。 He grabbed the can and drank from it with hands that trembled the smallest bit。 A snatch of the cradle song recurred； but this time； instead of his mother's face； he saw the scarred face of Alice； who had been his woman in the now…defunct town of Tull。 〃How long？ A week？ Two？ three？〃
The boy looked at him distractedly。 〃Yes。〃
〃Which one？〃
〃A week。 Or two。 I didn't e out。 He didn't even drink。 I thought he might be the ghost of a priest I was scared。 I've been scared almost all the time。〃 His face quivered like crystal on the edge of the ultimate； destructive high note。 〃He didn't even build a fire。 He just sat there。 I don't even know if he went to sleep。〃
Close！ He was closer than he had ever been。 In spite of his extreme dehydration； his hands felt faintly moist； greasy。
〃There's some dried meat；〃 the boy said。
〃All right〃 The gunslinger nodded。 〃Good。〃
The boy got up to fetch it； his knees popping slightly。 He made a fine straight figure。 The desert had not yet sapped him。 His arms were thin； but the skin； although tanned； had not dried and cracked。 He's got juice； the gunslinger thought He drank from the can again。 He's got juice and he didn't e from this place。
Jake came back with a pile of dried jerky on what looked like a sun…scoured breadboard。 The meat was tough； stringy； and salty enough to make the cankered lining of the gunslinger's mouth sing。 He ate and drank until he felt logy； and then settled back。 The boy ate only a little。
The gunslinger regarded him steadily； and the boy looked back at him。 〃Where did you e from； Jake？〃 He asked finally。
〃I don't know。〃 The boy frowned。 〃I did know。 I knew when I came here； but it's all fuzzy now； like a bad dream when you wake up。 I have lots of bad dreams。〃
〃Did somebody bring you？〃
〃No；〃 the boy said。 〃I was just here。〃
〃You're not making any sense；〃 the gunslinger said flatly。
Quite suddenly the boy seemed on the verge of tears。 〃I can't help it。 I was just here。 And now you'll go away and I'll starve because you ate up almost all my food。 I didn't ask to be here。 I don't like it。 It's spooky。〃
〃Don't feel so sorry for yourself。 Make do。〃
〃I didn't ask to be here；〃 the boy repeated bewildered defiance。
The gunslinger ate another piece of the meat； chewing the salt out of it before swallowing。 The boy had bee part of it； and the gunslinger was convinced he told the truth he had not asked for it。 It was too bad。 He himself 。。。 he had asked for it But he had not asked for the game to bee this dirty。 He had not asked to be allowed to turn his guns on the unarmed populace of Tull； had not asked to shoot Allie； her face marked by that strange； shining scar； had not asked to be faced with a choice between the obsession of his duty and his quest and criminal amorality。 The man in black had begun to pull bad strings in his desperation； if it was the man in black who had pulled this particular string。 It was not fair to ring in innocent bystanders and make them speak lines they didn't understand on a strange stage。 Allie； he thought Allie at least had been into t