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Clint passed Zeke the cup of water and reached out to take the rifle. For a second Zeke's one-handed grip on it tightened... but, sighing, he let it go.
He downed the water in one go, much of it running over his face and clothes. Clint poured him another, then another, both of which went much the same way.
"Sit down, Zeke," Ma Cody said quietly "If you want."
He didn't answer, but sat down on the floor where he had been standing.
"There's food- " Clint began, but stopped himself, suddenly aware he was in someone else's house.

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