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    She’s four, the little rascal. “You saw her not too long ago. Must your memory be as fickle as spring weather?”


    For Daisy and Emmy… I’d face a thousand cunning foxes. “For wife and child, sometimes a man must sacrifice his earthly treasures.”


    If not for those farmers, what would fill that bloated armor of yours? Karl scoffed inwardly. Taylor, meanwhile, remained silent, his gaze fixed upon his black mare’s flowing mane.