I don’t like having her this deep. But Roland didn’t trust what he saw. Her father had been the man in charge of the Barony’s horse for almost thirty years, and here were his stockline books to prove it. They were halfway across a vast chasm and seemed to be hovering on the moon-dusted air.
“At least we know where all the folks are,” Susannah said, bending and taking the paper from Oy. There was no response. “He wants you right away. Remember she’s here because of him, and at least ain’t one of those green girls with a bun in the oven and a boyfriend acting reluctant about the cries o’ marriage.
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