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These he had obtained from Brian Hookey’s eldest son, who was minding the livery stable today. wanted to be out of here before the smoke-hazed sun went down and the real Demon Moon, not its pallid day-ghost, rose in the sky. “Would you care to go upstairs with a closet drunk? I’m not much in the looks department, but I can still spread em all the way to the edge of the bed, and I don’t just lie there. Before he can do more than register it, he breaks out of the darkness and into the light like something coming out of an egg, a creature at last being born.

Gods, it had to be ten o’ the clock, perhaps later. He stood at the edge of the mirror courtyard, a tall, lanky man in cowpoke jeans, an ancient shirt of no particular color, and improbable red cowboy boots. Now that he’s done it once, he’ll do it every chance he gets, likely. Balls to the witch, I say! Owlshit to ’er!” The smell of tobacco a thick reek around her head.