And they come. In the dark it’s best to keep to the middle of the street, watching for anything that can trip or chase. Gardner Dozois, “Recidivist,” Warriors. But that’s all in the past now.
Afternoon came and the herd disappeared into the forest. The sun beat down. I never knew my mother, and I never understood why she did what she did. Every wounded Antilian we patched up in the bishops’ lands was another fighter who could go back into the bush and maybe kill someone else.
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