Sheemie tied Capi to the end of the hitching rail (wincing again as Caprichoso brayed a tuneless greeting to the hors “Me fucking neither. All thoughts of fellowship and ka-tet left his mind, which sank back into his body and was at once obliterated by simple red fury. His rider ducked his own head as he passed through the willow fronds, and suddenly there was a narrow
You and me first, with Renfrew’s boys, and Lengyll behind, with the rest of the men. He touched Jake’s hair with his diminished hand and ruffled through it. He could say more, much more, but if he did, where would it end? With their fellowship broken beyond repair, likely. The land that was ours to begin with given back again.
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