Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. No one is safe. I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed. His eyes never left her face. ‘They weren’t no soldiers. I have been insulted, and cursed at, and threatened with both pistol and dagger.
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