“What’s wrong with ye, ye stupid culls? GET HER!”Reynolds started at that and went for his gun. Her orders. She pulled one of the guns out of its holster. The hilt came to rest protruding from the center of the man’s bandanna.
Roland was looking at Alain with a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were ruthless and distant—it was Roland’s over-the-horizon look. “Clay,” he said. ”“Aye, be it so. “Fuh-fuh-five,” Depape said, laughing so hard he was hiccupping.
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