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Roylsden #165

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By the time Doc Morris arrived, Old Ma Cody was sitting next to her granddaughter lightly smoothing a wet cloth over the girl's lips.
I have so much to tell you.
Anna's lips barely moved. There was no sound.
Sheriff Cole held a whiskey bottle out to Doc Morris, who grinned "For me or the girl?"
"Well if you or the girl don't finish it off, I will," the Sheriff responded.
Doc Morris took the bottle and delicately let two small drops fall onto Anna's lips.
I know that heat, that smell.
Her lips twitched. She sucked in air, deeply.

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