Riding together for a year or more. Look out for one another. Hell, one time we’re on this flatcar out of Del Rio. It’s at night and he’d had a little too much to drink and kept on havin’ to get up to take a piss. You know how them empty flats ride, rockin’ back and forth. He’s staggerin’ around pissin’ off the side, tryin’ to keep his balance and I figgered he’d sooner or later wind up a dead man. So every time he got up to take a piss, I’d follow behind him and grab the backside of his pants by the belt and hold on. Kept that son of a bitch from fallin’ off. Did that most of the night.

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