The bullet musthave been a dum-durn to inflict such a massive exit wound. Centaine depressed the shotgun, aiming for their legs, and fired bothbarrels, with long spurts of orange flame and blurts of sound. I have reached the first horse, she called. Though Lothar had seen at least forty fine horses in the herdgrazing on the young pasture that grew around the ranch, he merelynodded in understanding.
The general glanced at it. The desire for oblivion ached in every joint of hisbones, and his eye burned so that he had to blink it clear. Manie feltawkward under the penetrating scrutiny of those dark eyes. She wanted to ask Shasa what her other son looked like.
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