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Neron watched sharply as the farmhands corralled the bull and got it back into its pen, the Warden mentally cursing Bessie and his stupid name the whole way. Once it was safely out of sight or harm, he let out a pained breath and glanced across at Libbs, giving her a cursory look up and down to make sure she was in one piece. Her worry had a quick smile flickering across his face, and he shook his head.
”Believe it or not but I’ve also been roughed up worse.” Gods if it didn’t hurt though. ”I’d say they owe us a bit of cotton after that escapade, don’t you? Then I probably ought to get myself looked at, just in case.” At least he managed to maintain his dignity, after being kicked in the chest by a gods damned bull.
”Believe it or not but I’ve also been roughed up worse.” Gods if it didn’t hurt though. ”I’d say they owe us a bit of cotton after that escapade, don’t you? Then I probably ought to get myself looked at, just in case.” At least he managed to maintain his dignity, after being kicked in the chest by a gods damned bull.
lay your hand on me, one last time
