How’d she get loose, anyway?” “Caul Shivers was waiting on the other side of the river,” hissed Stour, clenching his fists. “Killed four of my men.” “Shivers.” Magweer was clenching his fists just the same way. “Wish I’d run into that old fucker.” Wonderful and Clover burst out laughing at the exact same time. He leaned forward, hands on his knees, and she leaned back, fist on his shoulder, and no doubt they made quite a picture chortling away but they really couldn’t help ’emsleves. “Good one,” said Clover, with a sigh. “Good one.”
