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312 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1965


Boss Godfrey walked up the road a bit, turned around and leaned on his cane. He stood there, watching us, silhouetted against the dawn, the sun rising up behind his body, right up through his head and out around the black night he wore for a hat. All day the sun rose high up into the sky while we, stripped to the waist, were seared by its burning rays. But we knew that sun was really the left eye of the Walking Boss just as his right eye is the moon. pg 77There were also elements of Christianity and doubts in religious conviction. Just as in the movie, there were two occasions when Lucas Jackson was angry, blasphemed, and defied God. I felt these added depth to his character that tied into this unresolved combat trauma. I suppose anything of that degree of intensity could cause anyone to doubt anything: values, beliefs, etc.
And then I saw him. There was Lloyd Jackson, sitting on the bench with his legs crossed, his elbow on top of the table, a butt in his fingers. His eyes were half-closed, watching the men as they came storming in. There was a slight smile on his lips. And it was in that smile that I recognized him, remembering that far away expression that I had seen in the paper.
Drag had opened up the betting and then stood pat. Jackson drew three cards. Smirking, Drag bet the limit, a dollar. Jackson looked at his cards, looked at Dragline, saw the bet and raised it a dollar. Drag sat there scowling, swearing in a harsh whisper and tapping the edge of his hand on the table. Jackson looked at him and smiled. Finally he drawled in that soft way of his.
Well, come on now, Luke. Shoot or give up the gun….
Dragline called the bet.
Dragline had a queen-high straight.
Jackson had four threes.