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colt shook his head. "prefer t'use yer full title, if that's all right, miz adylaide." better this time. my she was a fine woman, pure as driven snow, and sweet as honeycream. ulrich had done right. she was a shimmering gem and colt knew he would stain her if he so much as breathed wrong her way.
"sadey'n i, we been traveling t'gether for a long while. reckoned it was high time we hunkered down fer a — well, a longer spell than we've been used to."