Chronicles of the Black Company

would wag.

“Sit down. And wipe the scowl

to sit in. I spent the time sipping beer in a tavern where they alternately fawned

Our man had come up on the short end of somebody in the last couple days

gained its balance, reared, neighed in triumph as Feather winded her horn. As on the right, the troops took heart and began driving the Rebel back.

I calmed down enough to hit the butt with the rest of my shafts. After recovering them, I stood aside