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Art was walking. He had in fact been walking for hours. He was not amongst those privileged to ride a horse, or drive or sit in the carts carrying their supplies. In any case walking was a lot easier and more relaxing than nearly everything else he had done recently. He had customized his boots so that even after hours of hard slogging along, his feet were happy. Walking with others was a good way to get to know people, and he had been talking contentedly and making friends. Life was good.
Captain Hanna brought his horse alongside Art, and cut him away from his group saying, “Let’s talk.” He rode far enough forward to be out of their earshot, and eventually asked, “Holding up?”
“Believe me, this is easy. Compared with the crap I’ve been putting up with, this is pretty sweet.”
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