Lion Head Mesa thamir alward

her feet had begun to hurt long ago, and when red mud began to clog her toes, maggie swore aloud. "tup me!" she shouted to no one in particular, struggling up toward the giant monolith of stone. "what sorta lord lets 'is roads turn to ruin?" maggie was starting to feel as if she had been taken in, and glared toward the bawd.
"i won't be cheated. let that be known."