“Can’t be right,” he muttered to himself, “for a Named Man to be scared all the time.” “What?” Craw had almost forgotten Shivers was there, he moved so silent. “You get scared, Shivers?” A pause, that eye of his glinting as the sun peeped through the branches. “Used to. All the time.” “What changed?” “Got my eye burned out o’ my head.” So much for calming small talk. “Reckon that could change your outlook.” “Halves it.”
