“And a gun was taken,” I said. “That was yours?” She handed me the cup and saucer. “Yes. A pistol my husband had given me.” “Thirty-eight caliber.” “Yes. A Colt, I think. I’d never fired it, and it wasn’t loaded.… — Walter Satterthwait Copy Share Image
“In any other American city this size, the road would have been paved. But in Santa Fe, raw earth is as chic as raw… — Walter Satterthwait Copy Share Image
“And a gun was taken,” I said. “That was yours?” She handed me the cup and saucer. “Yes. A pistol my husband had given… — Walter Satterthwait Copy Share Image
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