Taking another sip of akulee, he watchedthe emerald fields of Farplain slide by below him. Some highlander horsemen held swords; others carried bows. Instead he found himself face to face with a tal dark man with a scraggly black beard who was cool y fitting shel s into a doublebarrel ed shotgun. The ban-dits were likely to take Juarez at any moment.
“My masters are the Heretics of the Guild,” he answered softly. wasa windbag like the rest of 'em, the Bul Moose wasstuffed with the same sawdust as the G. -78-He wrenched his knee and ground cinders into his nose and by the time he had got to his feet al he could see were the two lights on the end of the train fading into the November haze. It hurt like blazes as she sewed the wound shut, but he knew it had to be done.
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