“We’re close to forty men, going to join another hundred and fifty. “Pleased to meet you, sai,” he said. Let us, in short, palaver. “I’d stay away,” was the extent of Sheriff Avery’s advice.
That’s when he painted the door of his hut red. Sheemie took another step backward. Told us Hambry-folk don’t care for outsiders at their Fairs, and we’d best keep right to our place on the day of the full moon. “How long do you think it takes to count our nets and boats and chart out the fish-hauls?” Rimer asked.
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