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Pilgrim's prob'ly fell out an' drownded--an' a damned good job--him an' his horse, too--prob'ly the horse got to raisin' hell an' jerked him into the river--Long Bill, too, most likely--I'll swing around by his shack an' see if they's anything there I want. But, first off, I got to take care of this here lady--silk stockin's an' all an' the quicker I git to the bad lands with her the better--it ain't no cinch that the pilgrim, or Long Bill didn't make shore somewheres else, an' if they did they'll be huntin' her.