”“We was thinking it’s time to go on out there to the Bar K,” Depape said. “Cry your pardon, for I know you’ll not want to hear it, but I’d speak a further word about the pigeons,” Cuthbert said as they saddled their mounts. The hair was simply cropped so stringently that it was nothing but fuzz. Mayor Thorin had been meant to wake up on the morning after the Reap with a hangover and a bald-headed gilly.
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