“Screw you,” Zoltan croaked brightly. “Screw you and the horse you rode in on.” The gunslinger nodded amiably. “Beans, beans, the musical fruit,” the raven recited, inspired. “The more you eat, the more you toot.” “You teach him that?” “That’s all he wants to learn, I guess,” Brown said. “Tried to teach him The Lord’s Prayer once.”
