Chapter 22-2
“Very tasty indeed,” Jarrad said, when the maiden stood n***d before him. “I think we’ll keep her for a while. Take her back to the shack and tie her up.” “Is that necessary?” one of Milk-Eye’s stoop-shouldered confederates demanded, his voice quivering with indignation. “I’ll leave it up to you,” Jarrad replied, flashing the peasant a nasty smile. “But if she’s not where I want her to be when we get back, me and the lads will be by to visit your private stock of womenfolk shortly thereafter. “Now go on and get out of here—the smell of pig-s**t is starting to give me a headache.” Old Milk-Eye bristled as if with an itch to answer that insult with violence, but an instant later, he recovered his composure and spat at the ground instead. Then he seized the still-weeping woman-child by th
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