His voice is an echo, dropping off into silence before the final letter. Howar. The name says it all. R had been cautioned, warned against Aunamee.
Just as he expected.
"He's a good boy," he says, his voice recovering its usual volume, his fingers dancing along the handle of his knife. "Just as you're a good boy." Just as the dead are good, polite and motionless with their arms all folded up, obedient, giving. "I wanted to help him, you know. Him and Mr. Earp. But they don't understand."
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His voice is an echo, dropping off into silence before the final letter. Howar. The name says it all. R had been cautioned, warned against Aunamee.
Just as he expected.
"He's a good boy," he says, his voice recovering its usual volume, his fingers dancing along the handle of his knife. "Just as you're a good boy." Just as the dead are good, polite and motionless with their arms all folded up, obedient, giving. "I wanted to help him, you know. Him and Mr. Earp. But they don't understand."