“Oxen,” she said. Everything he was and everything he had come for, it seemed, was secondary to her. And the sadness of it, too. And the dark, oily tears, Jake thought, looking at the tiny train waiting in front of its tiny station with his skin crawling all over his body and his balls hard and his stomach in a knot.
No, he’d be glad to have those three baby knights so much ash in the wind and this place just a memory. “Well, I’m not sure about Kansas,” said Oz, “for I haven’t the faintest notion which way it lies. Will Dearborn hadn’t forgotten her, either. Eldred Jonas said nothing to this, only looked down at his pale, long-fingered hands and smiled his narrow smile.
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