Because things change so darn fast. Olive had no business even drawing the thing—it caught on her serape, and she had to fight it free. The thought made her shiver. But he left his place by Rusher’s head for a moment when they came to the weedy track leading into Citgo, walking across to look at the old disused guard-hut.
Riderless horses ordinarily didn’t raise eyebrows in Mejis, but when they were saddled—More riders up ahead: a single, then two side by side, then another single. “Stand there still as you can,” Conchetta said curtly. That was the advantage of brick, of course. “Lengyll?” he asked Renfrew.
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