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I’m too old for these late nights. Rhea chuckled; the chuckle turned into a hollow gust of coughing. The one made by Susan and her captors, on the other hand, was still clear. That cussed thing was bleeding again, too.

and yet it is. The poncho shifted, revealing one bare leg, and she took a moment before putting matters right again. He heard Jonas haranguing the men (many of whom Sheemie knew; it shamed him to know how many Mejis cowboys were doing that bad Coffin Hunter’s bidding), but paid no attention to what he was saying. Cuthbert was closest to the top of the canyon’s wall, then Alain, then Roland, standing on a six-inch shelf of rock and holding an outcrop just above him.