One moonless night. “Ye want to keep that safe about yer person, Will Dearborn—aye, very safe indeed!”“Yes, sir. You did it, kiddo, Henry said. 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.
It’s too heavy for me. “ ’Tisn’t sorcery, Susan daughter of Patrick; only trailcraft. Let her live a good life and long with someone else—she will, in time. Perhaps because the horse’s owner is a stranger, she thought, and fair.
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