(Think of the Hessian, that rider in his unquiet grave, always returning to search for his head. Would not the Pendletons come back in much the same manner, seeking revenge?)
(...No, that's. Stupid. That's stupid! Old Dutch wives' tales and Treavor's paranoia.)
(And what about the Hushman?)
Nnnnnnn. ]
...I.
I suppose I.
Perhaps it isn't the worst idea-
Oh, for heaven's sake! There was enough poison in that tart to kill twenty men. They're dead.
Send Wallace with me if you like, but I won't be drawn into this madness, myself.
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Makes a very compelling point, actually.
She never actually saw the bodies.
(Think of the Hessian, that rider in his unquiet grave, always returning to search for his head. Would not the Pendletons come back in much the same manner, seeking revenge?)
(...No, that's. Stupid. That's stupid! Old Dutch wives' tales and Treavor's paranoia.)
(And what about the Hushman?)
Nnnnnnn. ]
...I.
I suppose I.
Perhaps it isn't the worst idea-Oh, for heaven's sake! There was enough poison in that tart to kill twenty men. They're dead.
Send Wallace with me if you like,
but I won't be drawn into this madness, myself.If it sets your mind at ease.