fist into her palm and did her best to look infuriated. “Why couldn’t they just run off and get drunk like you’d expect?” “I don’t know, ma’am.” Amusement tugged at the corporal’s lips. “Do you have the money to pay the fine?” “No,” she said glumly. “I reckon you’ll have to keep them.” The corporal winced. She wondered just how troublesome her men were being. “Don’t they have anyone else who could pay the fine?” he asked. “The big one—” “Junior,” Amaranthe supplied. “Er, Junior implied he had some family he might be able to get to come down.” “His family’s all dead. Junior’s so used to lying
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