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Roylsden #296


A woman yelling!.
Straw's dry.
But cold.
So I can't have slept long.
A shot!
So I did hear gunfire earlier!
Then there's Grandma's voice in my head: Careful...
But Clint - ?
and Grandma again: if you gotta do it, do it but be careful, Anna Cody, y'hear me?
I hear you Grandma, I whisper, scraping straw and dirt off my face and clothes.
Standing, trembling. Smeared in mud. Soaked. Straw in my hair. Ha, if only Grandma could see me now.
Taya Two- Horses could.
I know because I hear her: There's always a road back she whispers.

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