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- “Simple is good,” River Shoulders said.
- Then he gave himself a little shake, bounded maybe four feet into the air off one massive foot, shimmered, and turned into a goddamned owl with a wingspan as long as a freaking car. The massive owl glided out over the tombstones, arcing to one side, and vanished into the night.
- “Jesus Remington Winchester Christ,” Wild Bill blurted in a strangled voice. “He’s a wizard?”
- “Yeah,” I said. “Taught old Listens-to-Wind, the way I hear it.”
- “Huh,” Bill said. “Now, that just ain’t fair.”
- Battle Ground Chapter 11, Page 109
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