Turns out Mr Noone he has a new place up in Grand Rapids running minstrel shows and he says he just might have work for Thomas McNulty if he ain’t lost his pretty looks fighting. That night as we lie chest to chest in the old doss and Winona purring in sleep in the next room we feel the lure of the unknown future distil into our bones. Guess you ain’t lost your looks anyhows, says John Cole, staring at them in the half-light. Look pretty good to me. You reckon? I says. I like the way you look anyhows, he says, and kisses me.
