Three horses, bearing away three men. She curtseyed and he bowed, while those surrounding them clapped and whistled. ”“All four of us, or just you and me and Eddie?”“Just you and me, Roland,” she said, and poked the stump of her leg through the loop. What dummies we are!”“I can be Roland to you out here, if you like.
She was still frowning out at this when a twisted, filthy hand rose in the air directly in front of her and began to scratch at the glass again. And why not? Young men on good horses, no scars on their faces, no regulator tattoos on their hands, good clothes on their backs, expensive hats on their heads. Not anymore. Needed to see him.
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