With a drawn cutlass in one hand and a cocked pistol in the other, Blueskin rushed up stairs. She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. My first visit will be to you. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. “He means nothing!” She whispered loudly.
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