“A bath, a shave, a trim of these tangled old man’s locks . Every time she thought of that, her blood sang with anger and shame. She nodded. It is Rhea who has been waiting for the gunslinger in his mother’s apartment; it is the Cöos, come not just to retrieve her glam but to finish with the boy who has caused her so much trouble.
He spoke almost reverently. The rest were hung. It wasn’t the worst thing she could think of, but bad enough. The posse robot took no notice, just went on butting its steel head into the steel wall.
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