’ ‘Oh, don’t I? What do you have under all those petticoats, a holster?’ ‘But yes, and they are empty. Sheppard, raising herself, and looking at him as if her life depended upon the answer. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. She tipped his mouth towards her own and kissed him. Darkness closed in on them as the officers stepped inside the musty interior. Gerald lifted an eyebrow.
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