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Summer at the end of the universe, in an environment magically created to mimic Scotland, is a decidedly more mild affair than summer in the Caribbean. Normally the difference bothers Elizabeth, but as she leaves the bar on another warm, breezy day and turns her face into the sunlight, she has to admit that it's nice not to worry about burning or sun sickness.
Singing an old favorite under her breath, she makes for the paddock. She had arranged to meet Mal outside yet failed to specify where, so she decides to look at the horses while she waits.
There's a pistol stuck in the waistband of her trousers near her right hip and two more behind, at her back.
Singing an old favorite under her breath, she makes for the paddock. She had arranged to meet Mal outside yet failed to specify where, so she decides to look at the horses while she waits.
There's a pistol stuck in the waistband of her trousers near her right hip and two more behind, at her back.