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More swearing More taunts "Come on out, you sluts! Let’s party!"

"Yeah, ant some pussy!"

"You take the white one I’ll take the brown"

"Hell, I’ll do theoes on for a while The men in hoods have no faces They could be anyone I remember what Becky told , there will be those ant to hurt soood would it do? I’ll cry later If there is a later"Get a grip, Bitsy, and if it will uns"

My friend scoots across the floor toward the pantry where she keeps her rifle and shotgun She crawls back and sits with her back to the door, loading the ammunition My ivesshadows in the fla wood A short, thickpicket off the fence and waves it like a torch Three others follow Then so brand at the house

"Watch it, you almost hit me!" the low voice yells

"Aw, shit, Aran! We’re just having fun"

There’s a scuffle, and the big man busts the smaller one in the chops "I said no names!"

Aran, I think That’s one of the Bishop brothers, the ave Hester a hard time What did we ever do to theuy who kept whacking his horse when it died

The Klansmen, or pretend Klans sticks at the house "Buffalo Girls, won’t you coht?" sohter More throwing of torches One fla brand hits the porch roof but skitters off into the leaves The ground is too dales, our roof will go up like a tender box

"Bitsy, we gotta get out of here We’ll head for the barn, free the animals in case they try to set it on fire, and et on Star and ride away If we stay here, we could be burned alive or captured, and there’s no way I want thoseis, I’d rather go up in a blaze, but that rab our jackets and craard the kitchen But what about the dogs? If I free theet shot If leave them in the house and it catches on fire, they’ll be burned alive I don’t have a plan, except to save ourselves, so while the shouting goes on, I kiss them each on the nose and creep out the back Sasha whines

"Shhhhh!" I co terrible

Buffalo Girls