And when he opened his mouth again, it got worse. I’m also boss of the Horsemen’s Association, at least until they fire me. It ruffled its wings as if already anxious to be off to the west. That disgusting spider of a Chancellor, either, but especially not the Mayor.
“You expect the brats?”“They’ve been out there once, mayhap they’ll be out again. Her croaking voice oozed false compassion. “The red ’un? With the sombrero on it, and the arrow pointing back for town?”“The very one. With her were the Big Coffin Hunters.
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