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It was only a matter of time before Moss and his wife returned to their home. Chigurh merely had to wait.
He stood inside the small building and once again looked over the meager belongings, the clothes that lay scattered and forgotten. It looked exactly as it had the last time he had been there and that only served to reassure him.
Carefully, he stepped over the clothes to the opposite wall and leaned against it to face the door and the shotgun hung from his hand. There was no place to sit, but he would stand. He would stand for as long as it took.
He stood inside the small building and once again looked over the meager belongings, the clothes that lay scattered and forgotten. It looked exactly as it had the last time he had been there and that only served to reassure him.
Carefully, he stepped over the clothes to the opposite wall and leaned against it to face the door and the shotgun hung from his hand. There was no place to sit, but he would stand. He would stand for as long as it took.