The Dark Tower II. The Drawing of the Three.
The Prisoner.
Chapter 1. The Door. 3.
He buckled on his gunbelts, tied them - this was a process which took so long that before he was done the first faint light of dawn had brightened to the day's actual prologue - and then tried to stand up. He was not convinced he could do it until it was done.
Holding to the Joshua tree with his left hand, he scooped up the not-quite-empty waterskin with his right arm and slung it over his shoulder. Then his purse. When he straightened, the faintness washed over him again and he put his head down, waiting, willing.
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