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[withloadedguns]

In the afternoon he rode through the burnished woods at the edge of the city where he had gone in the day before and now he and the horse walked side by side down the twilight toward the edge of town where in the long red dusk and in the darkness the random aggregate of the lamps formed slowly a false shore of hospice cradled on the low lands

Comments

[shifts]

Working on your next novel, Rupert?

[withloadedguns]

He regarded the device sidelong as one might a begging whelp.

No, he answered.

[shifts]

You ought to. I'm sure you could make a hefty sum, considering the lack of relevant material one desires from the library.

[withloadedguns]

No, he said again.

[shifts]

Why not?

[withloadedguns]

Because, he said while drawing his cigarillo out from between his teeth, I don't think it's mine.