Cuthbert Allgood was his name. “Mayhap we’ll meet Thorin. She chuffed nearly soundless laughter and thrust the empty tun into his arms almost hard enough to knock him on his ass. Hasn’t it?Aye, as they said in these parts.
The gun dropped from his relaxing fingers and he walked forward—others around him were now doing the same—into the thinny. Before they got back to the Bar K bunkhouse, he was thinking about Susan again. “It’s one of your many charms. This is the end between us.
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