‘Not
cold,’ she answered. ‘Those western
pictures frighten me.’
‘How
you could have followed Trixie into some of the tight spots she led you into, I’ll
never know,’ Mart said.
‘I
didn’t know about them until I was into them.’ Honey sighed. ‘When I did know I’d have been more
frightened to have her go on alone.’
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