Tristan didn’t reach for the weapons lying across his back. Looking back at the wheel, he saw the man submerge for the second time. away less you swam ashoa and the water was too damnation cole an' the ole man used to take the fel ers' clothes away so's they couldn't git ashoa when they was anchored up in a crik or near a house or some-thin' boy they was mean He lay on his back listening to the beat of the rain on the roof and its gurgle in the gutters, and the muffled stirring and
Faxon looked across the table at Xanthus. He raised him up and looked him in the eyes. Tristan shook his head. “Watch over them,” he said.
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