Rode my new horse ter Bree! Feh, stinks as bad as ever, that place.
Had ter tell Him what I'd been a'doin' an' give Him what I found. Even if he cleans them up I don' see it being worth much. Still, 'taint fer me to tell Him His business, eh?
He jus' looks at me, nodded His head and shoves the lot in a bag. The He says 'what have you seen? who have you met? what did you take? ...' He goes on an' on fer hours, never lettin' me sit down an' never givin' me a drink or nothin'.
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The Burnt Man
