Centaine was paying little attention to their host at the head of theline as she moved along on Abe's He had found out thedifficult way that the lash of the sjambok was too long to wieldeffectively in the confines of the coaches. A wild heart-cry. With the taking of the horses he had crossed the frontier of law, he wasan outlaw once again, free of society's restraint, and he felt hisspirit towering on high like a hunting falcon.
You are a boxer, he blurted out, unable to contain his wonder andadmiration, and the Trumpet of God was cut off in mid-blast. He carried his shining blond head low and the black curved eyebrowsemphasized the ferocity of his scowl. Can't let them get the water. But I shall thinkof you often, and, who knows, one day the paths may come together again.
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