He thought he’d soon veer off the Great Road and ride across the Drop to the Bar K. ”She watched him away, the smile slowly fading from her lips. Downwind of the cider-houses—especially downwind of the great Barony cider-mansion a mile north of Seafront—the breezy air was filled with the sweet tang of blems being pressed by the basketload. ”His smile widened.
“Susan!”No answer. ” the thing in the dirt whispered. “I will swear to nothing,” she said. She’d thought Thorin would put an end to her virginity by moonrise the next night.
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