Amates 19, 1277. Mid-afternoon. Town of Banye. Walking down the south side of town.
The trip from the Sheldrake to Mikasi’s workshop didn’t take that long.
As farming and ranching towns on the prairie went, Banye wasn’t that large. Only one hard-packed dirt street meant it was easy to navigate. This quick trip also wasn’t very exciting, other than the conversation.
“So,” I said slowly to Tyre as we walked. “When were you going to tell me that you set me up?”
That earned me a look of feig...
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