“Did she mean to kill you?”“If she’d meant to kill me, she wouldn’t have chosen a belt as her weapon. Roland, who had belted on both guns, now drew them. Capi had had a difficult twenty-four hours, and he hadn’t much liked to see the author of all his misery lying on the grass, apparently taking a nap. “My life for you!”He turned, and Oy was on him once again, leaping forward and upward, sinking his teeth deep into Tick-Tock’s left thigh, just below the crotch.
Please, Roland, wake up before it’s too late. But there is a larger problem. Best to leave it. Nor do I much care.
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