Scar. Name speaks for itself, I reckon.” “Those aren’t the names they gave me,” the corporal said. “Well, I figger not. Would you give up yer name if you was running from a work contract? I’ve got the doc’ments right here for ‘em.” She handed four bogus papers to the corporal. “They all signed on for two years in exchange for room and board and a share of the crops. I’d be in a right bind without them four hands. Planting season ain’t that far off, y’know.” The corporal shrugged. “I’ll get the paperwork. It’s a hundred ranmyas apiece to free them.” “A hundred apiece! What’d they do?”
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