“Better a bird in the hand. Tonight he was wearing his duster, and his breath smoked faintly as he bent over his cards. Here was what he’d been listening for, and just as Jonas was about to give up the hunt. “Sir?”“I think they’re going in, Rodney.
“Boys,” he said. “There’s plenty of work for all of us, Sheriff—after all, it’s Reaping. We’re lovers. There was a time, and not so long ago, when Hart wouldn’t have allowed himself to be fobbed off in such fashion by the likes of Rimer, a tim
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