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“When a glowing god with a mad-on appears at a man’s footboard in the dead o’ night, he tends to forget little things like that,” Rialt drawled with enough dry humor that she cracked up laughing.
Outside of their wagon’s walls there was tool dropping, name calling, insults about the blacksmith who’d made the spare wheel (and the dogs that had bred him), and enough mishaps to resemble a comedy of errors.
“Are you teasing a woman with a knife in her hand?” she parried dryly, lifting the knife and giving it a small wave in the air. “Uh…no?” “Good answer.”
“Jewel, you see what you started?” “My intentions were pure,” she denied innocently. “Eh,” Rialt agreed darkly, “pure evil.”
