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out what’s going on.”
“He’d better not try messing with you, Lord Ned,” Colonel Biffle said.
Ned of the Forest hadn’t thought of that. His hands closed hard on the reins. “You’re right, Biff. He’d better not try that. He’d be one of the sorriest men ever born if he did.”
But he did his best to stay cheerful as he rode back ­toward the Army of Franklin’s encampment outside Rising Rock. Maybe Thraxton was finally deciding to try to get between the southrons and their supply base over in Ramblerton. Maybe it wasn’t too late for him to do that.
But if that was the reason he wanted the unicorn-riders back, g