A Tree of Bones

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Or cough out bits of ’emselves to fashion fetches from, tiny jewel-eyed sickness-bugs they’d let loose to float across to Pinkerton’s encampment, there to gather what intelligence they might before being spotted and squashed.
    Every night, darkness beat the sun down like a hammer, reddening the horizon with its blood. Yet every dawn it struggled back up again, eager for similar punishment.
    Even with Chess, Rook had woken to an otherwise empty bed or bedroll as often as not, yet that fact had never troubled him, no more than when a housecat leapt from your lap, tired of caresses. Most times, he could crack open an eye, roll to one side and find Chess crouching sentinel by the fire’s ashes or sitting in a chair cleaning his pistols, green eyes bright in the gloom. Never far, with something always left behind — some heat, some scent — to hold his place ’til he came back.
    The bed Rook slept in now, in a vast stone room midway up the Temple’s side, was the grandest he’d seen wes
...t of the Mississippi: down-filled pillows, silken sheets, rich dark wood ornately carved as any Continental throne.MoreLess
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