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No catch, huh. Bullshit. Calahan said nothing more on the matter, though he was sure sooner or later something would be demanded of him. Assistance always led to debt, and morality was a lie. It wasn't as if he had any choice on the matter. 

"Yeah, I want yer help." He didn't want it, but he needed it. That was something he refused to admit. She did have plenty to do, he considered, starting with learning some common sense. He ought to have been ashamed of himself, behaving in this manner towards someone who was trying to help. He wasn't. The cowboy had no comprehension of manners, nor did he give a damn. 

"So long as the folks here don't try an' tear my tail off for being here."