They hear him coming, huddled in the dust in their grief, the deadly slam of bootheels eating up distance, and Susannah knows she's seen the real deal now; this is him.
The Big White Man.
Patrick huddles behind her. "Hile," she says, her face a hard and savage mask. Her cheeks are dry and so are her eyes.
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:04 am (UTC)The Big White Man.
Patrick huddles behind her. "Hile," she says, her face a hard and savage mask. Her cheeks are dry and so are her eyes.