"The natives have foolish ways of saying things. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. “Never heard anything of it. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. She kicked both of her legs with the force of a bull, sending a blow into Rhea’s borrowed legs. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. Here I am.
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