“Why are we going north?” she asked after half an hour’s silent riding. “What is it?” Stanley asked, hurrying down to her. ”Eddie grunted. Three riders, by the sound.
“Our Kansas. Rhea directed the stream of foul language she didn’t quite dare to direct at the glass (who knew what entity might lurk inside it, waiting to take offense at such talk?) up at the woman in the moon. A party of five was as fine as a party of four, he said. “Please don’t make him angry, fellows; he’s already got the mono in the red, speedwise, and the track compensators can barely keep up.
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