Chapter FortyNothing moved in those grim streets. Glory, a town once filled with the promise of a bright future, seemed consumed by a penetrating gloom, the buildings grey, a smattering of people moving around with somnambulistic slowness.
Simms lowered his field-glasses and chewed at his bottom lip. “I can't see anyone waiting, but that doesn't mean they're not.”
“I shall ride in first,” said White Dove. “I shall go to your office, just as last time. Watch out for me. When I come out, I shall have in my hand a cloth, or something, which I will wave. It will be safe. If I come out with no cloth, it is not.”
Arching a single eyebrow, Simms carefully put the field-glasses back in their case. “That might be dangerous, White Dove. What if you don't come out at all? What if they open up on y
