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Оглавление“A big story . . . a story of the West”
—TRANSRADIO PRESS
HER NAME WAS VERA MAE
. . . and she had been around these dusty tank towns too long—working the two-bit rodeos and cozying up to suckers—like this fat tourist in the bar . . .
“Oh God,” she thought, “I can con him and ditch him by nine-thirty, but what then? Sit in a hotel room. Get drunk and pass out. I’ll be an old bag before I’m thirty. . .”
That was Vera Mae, fed-up, ripe for trouble when a lean ex-bronc rider named Lonnie drifted in from the desert . . .
“Prose that has the texture of a drawl . . .
people warm and real . . . a corking climax.”
—New York HERALD TRIBUNE
