“We planned no murders,” Susan said, drawing—if only in her own mind—a line of difference between the killings at Mayor’s House and the trap they had hoped to spring on Farson’s soldiers. ” She paused, biting her lip, shaking her head. ”Ahead of them, dust puffed as groups of riders passed before and behind the tankers, readying the column for departure. He spoke in a heavily sarcastic tone, but when Pettie brought him a tot of whiskey, he sent it back and asked for water instead.
But Roland was looking toward the palace which shimmered across the highway—the palace that was not in the west but in the east, the palace that was light, not dark. He moseyed back across the eastbound lanes to check on his campfire, bootheels clicking on the pavement. Not married, but spoken for in some other way. The boys were inside, no doubt about that, but there was no sign that they were being guarded with any particular zeal.
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