There's this moment when it feels like everything's standing still and then she steps into the clearing, shotgun and combat boots and a long, floral skirt. Her dark hair blows across her face.
"Here we are again, Raylan," she says, flashing a crooked smile. "Who's your friend?"
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"Here we are again, Raylan," she says, flashing a crooked smile. "Who's your friend?"