Doc looks at the picture, at her hand, her fingers against the edge.
"Y'know, sometimes we'd talk 'bout what we'd do after we moved on from workin' for John," he says. "Sometimes I wanted land. Charlie and I thought 'bout openin' up a cheese factory down by the Gila," he admits. "For awhile, anyway. Don't know how good we would have been at it. We knew we wouldn't work for him forever...but we didn't want to leave."
He pulls a leg up onto the couch.
"John was a good man to work for. He made certain that we did things right, and gave us a solid bunkhouse and square meals, in exchange for keepin' things in order."
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"Y'know, sometimes we'd talk 'bout what we'd do after we moved on from workin' for John," he says. "Sometimes I wanted land. Charlie and I thought 'bout openin' up a cheese factory down by the Gila," he admits. "For awhile, anyway. Don't know how good we would have been at it. We knew we wouldn't work for him forever...but we didn't want to leave."
He pulls a leg up onto the couch.
"John was a good man to work for. He made certain that we did things right, and gave us a solid bunkhouse and square meals, in exchange for keepin' things in order."