” At least their back door was covered. “Marten Broadcloak. With folks like these, you can’t know which way they’ll jump. sidered the possibility that he might never see home again—that he had become as much a wanderer as old Peddler Moon in the sky.
“Let’s ride for Hanging Rock. The maintenance of the saloon whores he left strictly to Roy and Clay, but a fresh young flower-girl of seventeen or so was a different matter. And that lady plays them close. Yet he himself had lived, and passed his test, and walked out of the testing corridor facing east.
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