“That’s the last time I saw the prick. I tell ya, watching that man climb the gallows steps, you’da sworn Brother Jesus was in the crowd, nodding some sad approval — did my heart good. ‘Course none of us was expecting the traitor’s wings to break his chains, and none of us knew how fast he could hoof it till we hauled after him down the main drag, but he was too high, goddammit, too Kingdom-close to shoot down. Funny thing about it — what I ‘member most, anyways — was the prick left his hangman’s bag on, flyin’ blind, but straight, all the way up.”



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