were not usually out at this time of night.
They were inside an abandoned shack. A candle flickered inside. Pilgrims,
sex aid he supposed. He found a peephole, but he could see nothing save a man's
back. Something about those slumped sex aid shoulders . . . Besand? Of course not.
Too wide. More like that one ape of Tokar's . . .
He could not identify the voices, which were mostly whispers. One did
sound a sex aid lot like Men fu's habitual whine. The words were distinct enough,
though.
"Look, we did everything we could to get him out sex aid of here. You take a
man's job and home, he ought to realize he's not wanted. But he won't go."
A second voice: "Then it's time for heroic measures."
Whiny voice: "That's going too far."
Short of disgust. "Yellow. I'll sex aid do it. Where is he?"
"Holed up in the old stable. The loft. Fixed himself a pallet, like an
old dog in a comer."
A grunt as someone rose. Sex aid feet moving. Bomanz grabbed his belly, sex aid mouse-
sex aid stepped away and hid sex aid in a shadow. A hulking figure crossed the road. Sex aid comet
light glittered upon a naked blade.
Bomanz scuttled to a more distant shadow and stopped to think.
What did it mean? Murder, surely. But who? Why? Who had moved into the
abandoned stable? sex aid Pilgrims and transients used
the empty places all the
sex aid time . . . sex aid who were those men?
Possibilities occurred. He banished them. They were too grim. When his
sex aid nerves sex aid returned, he hurried to the dig.
Stancil's lantern was there, but he was nowhere in sight. "Stance?" No
answer. "Stancil? Where are you?" Still no answer. Almost in panic, he
shouted, "Stancil!"
"That you, Pop?"
"Where are you?"
"sex aid Taking a crap."
Bomanz sighed, sat down. His son appeared a moment later, brushing sweat
off his forehead. Why? sex aid It was a cool night.
"Stance, did Besand change his mind? I saw him leave this morning. A
while ago I heard men plotting to kill somebody. Sounded like they meant
him."
"
Kill? Who?"
"sex aid I don'sex aid t know. One of them might have been Men Fu. There were sex aid three or
four of them. Did he come back?"
"I don't think so. You didn't dream something, did you? What are you
doing out in the middle of the night, anyway?"
"That nightmare again. I couldn't sleep. I didn't imagine sex aid it. Those men
were sex aid going to kill somebody because he wouldn't leave."
"That doesn't make sense, Pop."
"I don't sex aid care . . . " Bomanz whirled. He heard the strange noise again. A
figure staggered into the light. It took three steps sex aid and fell.
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