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Breakfast Tidings
The sun was just above the western mountains when Leminster and his party were ready to go.
The four prisoners—Geoff didn't get off the hook just because the Marshalls had decided to misbehave—sat dejectedly two by two in the back of a wagon, their hands shackled behind their backs and fastened to the slats that made up the sides of the wagon. Each had a blanket thrown over him, but it would not be a comfortable way to ride, regardless.
Bart sat up front on the wagon, looking exactly like a man who had been run over by a horse. His right arm was splinted in two places and hung in a sling. His left leg was encased in one long splint and bandage, and he wore a bandage over the side of his head and on his shoulder, beneath his coat. His eyes were a bit bleary from
