Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’ She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. She did not try to approach him.
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