the kitchen. The landlord, laughing scared. And that’s when I heard the sound of the shot. It shattered the moonlight. I heard the shouts of angry men, and that was enough warning for any man. I mounted up again on Galleon, headed back towards Salisbury. I stayed that night in another inn. I didn’t hear about Bess until the morning and you can bet that, when I did, I rode that highway like a bead of quicksilver, bright and dangerous, and oh so fast. My musket was out, as I rode, and so was my rapier. My horse, my good Galleon, knew where we were going and I trusted her to get me there. But they were waiting for me, the soldiers. They’d kept very still, by the side of the road. They saw me coming, and I was too angry to be careful. I heard a loud roar, right before the road splashed red.
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