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"one. that i know of," mahler added wryly. stigmata had gone off into the canyons and gullies to recruit; he would do the same, and reconvene with his kill-brother in time. for now, however, he appreciated the stranger's candor. "i am mahler," he murmured, more at ease with the other brute. they were evenly matched, he felt, even if the newcomer suddenly struck for him. but he did not think that would happen.
presently, he continued on, though the openness of his body indicated the other might join if he so chose.