Susan seized Roland’s hand, and when he squeezed, she squeezed back. “Your father would stripe you raw if he saw that in your hand,” Cuthbert remarked, but he spoke with a certain admiration. You spread yer legs for him, if ye fancy. “You’ve been left high and dry, Sunbeam.
I wouldn’t have followed, except I saw that you were riding bareback. ’ ”The boys looked at her in mounting horror as her voice became Rhea’s—the growling, whining cadences of the old woman of the Cöos. From behind them, inside the bunkhouse door, came a less unpleasant sound—the cooing of pigeons. Run! she told herself in a sudden panic.
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