![]() ![]() “I killed Mercy three times in a single session of Pirate’s Booty the night before last. I could sense that his attention, like mine, was mostly on the barn, even though his eyes were on Mary Jo. The Tri-Cities don’t cool off at night with quite the thoroughness that the Montana mountains I’d grown up with did, but night usually still kills the heat of day.īen bounced a little on his toes-a sign that he was ready and eager for violence. It was a little chilly, made more so by a brisk wind that blew a bit of hair I’d failed to secure in my braid into my eyes. She asked, “What do you mean, what did I do?” ![]() She gave Ben a quelling frown, and waited to speak until she had come up to us. Mary Jo shut her car door and started toward us and toward the mountainous metal barn that Ben and I waited beside. So what did you do, Mary Jo?” called Ben in his crisp British accent. ![]()
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