She stripped off the guy’s clothes, uncovering a bulging, vaguely humanoid shape in a pair of her dead brother’s long-handles. There were more and more men as that Reaping afternoon wound its shallow course to night: half a dozen ahead of the cart, riding with Rimer and the Sheriff Herkimer Avery, Barony Sheriff, straightened up, looking both relieved and anticipatory. This place isn’t like Lud.
Perhaps some of them had. For a moment it seemed that breakfast might end on a reasonably civilized note, after all. It was very well for Roy Depape that he hadn’t tried Bert, Roland knew—Bert could take a bird on the wing at sixty yards. Then he touched the flame to the fuse.
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