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"I don't know whether to bow down in admiration of your mad skills or kick you in the taco for taking such a risky approach," Peregrine had to admit. "You really are fucking reckless, did you know that? I mean, I guess I didn't realize the scope and breadth of it until seeing it firsthand..." He was marveling in a way that was neither fully good nor fully bad.

Realizing he was harping on her a bit, Peregrine ceased and desisted. He squinted into the distance, watching and waiting for the buffalo herd to disperse. It might be a while, so he dropped to his haunches, panting, then slumped forward onto his belly. He might even catch a few winks to pass the time.