Susan seized Roland’s hand, and when he squeezed, she squeezed back. And as she looked up at Demon Moon, its wicked face now draining from choleric red-orange to silver, she thought that when she had pulled the trigger on poor, earnest Dave Hollis, she had paid for her love with the dearest currency of all—had paid with her soul.
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I finished up Chapter VIII and am now 77% of the way through Wizard and Glass.

She cocked Roland’s pistol with the side of her thumb, socked the muzzle deep into the flab hanging from the underside of Sheriff Herk Avery’s head, and pulled the trigger.

The mess was considerable.
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Susan's on a killing spree!

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I certainly didn't have Susan Delgado on my bingo card as the first one to draw fatal blood with a gun.

The door opened—no one had bothered to lock it—while Dave Hollis was trying, for about the two hundredth time, to play the bridge of “Captain Mills, You Bastard.”
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It's not a real song (unlike "Hey Jude") so I asked ChatGPT to create one for me. And to be honest, the lyrics are pretty good!

Stuffy-guys seemed to peer from every shadow-thickened porch. Susan shivered at the sight of their blank white-cross eyes.
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ChatGPT didn't do too bad of a job rendering this exact phrase from the book!

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Stand and cheer for good ole Sheemie!

“You bastards,” she murmured. “You horse-thieving bastards.”

She turned Pylon and rode for the burned-out ranch. To her right, her shadow was growing long. Overhead, the Demon Moon glimmered ghostly in the daylight sky.
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It's a trope King uses, but an effective one: An entire town gone mad while bad actors work in the background to rile them up. And an ominous evil force is present throughout all of it.

I am now 76% of the way through Wizard and Glass.

With faint but genuine curiosity, Susan wondered if Roland had really expected she would ride blithely off to Gilead with his unborn child in her belly while he and his friends were roasted, screaming and red-handed, on the Reap-Night bonfire.
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Well, I guess that answers my question. Susan is legit preggers with the son of Roland (I have to assume its a boy). Wow - I had not recalled this little nugget of info from the previous times I read this book.

“Where does thee think thee’s going?” Aunt Cord was pawing at the soot-mark on her face with one gloved hand [...] “Not to him! Ye’ll not go to him now, ye mad goose!”

Susan turned her horse away. “None of yer business, Aunt. This is the end between us. But mark what I say: we’ll be married by Year’s End. Our firstborn is already conceived.”
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Whaaaaat??? Is this new information or did Susan just make that statement to strike a blow against her aunt?

Cordelia laughed again, thin lips drawing back from big white teeth. Horse teeth, almost. Her eyes glared in the sunlight.

Her mind’s broken, Susan thought. Poor thing. Poor old thing.
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I definitely had Aunt Cord going batshit on my bingo card.

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King captured Susan's emotional state perfectly.