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The Quirt

CHAPTER ELEVEN
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I carry me a bottle of water always in my pocket," said Swan, glancing up at her when she had reached them.

"It sometimes makes a man's head think better when he has been hurt, if he can drink a little water or something." Brit swallowed and turned his face away from the tilted bottle.

"I jumped--but I didn't jump quick enough," he muttered thickly.

"The chain pulled loose.

Where's the horses, Raine ?" "They're all right.


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