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The crop snapped down at her She raised her ar struck across her face It was her broken wrist that caught the blow The splint mostly protected her, but pain burned up her forearm and she cried out

"I ask the questions Was it Josston who put you up to this? H to ruin me, embarrass me"

"Dunno, boss," one of the clowns said "Crowd liked it Walking dead and all"

"Thanks to the ringer back on Karigan "What did you do with the goodies inside--keep ’e about? With a great deal of effort, she rose to her feet The ’s messen--"

This time when the crop descended, she broke the bloith the bonewood

"Try that again and you shall be sorry," Karigan said, hoping it would be enough

"Insolence! I will not have it!"

She pressed the trigger embedded in the shaft of the bonewood and extended it froth with a shake When the crop lashed at her again, she thrust the butt of her staff into the man’s belly The wind oofed out of hiht his aran took her chance and shoved by the for the nearest way out

"Stop her!" the man cried

In her condition, she’d never outrun the man’s henchmen Henchclowns? She kicked over a bucket of soapy water behind her and pulled down a tower of e crates The soapy water merely soaked into the dirt and sawdust floor, but the crates i in the tent as fast as her li past a bear attached to a chain, and a contortionist bent over backward, watching Karigan froan shook her ht