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." The Wolf brothers
edged toward the back of the cart. Graym grabbed their
shirts, pulled them back. He then wiped his hands on his
own shirt. "Wait till we've seen them, at least."
He edged to the top of the hill and peered over the top. A
group of humans was walking toward them - townsfolk,
seemingly, coming from the small knot of cottages standing
on the road.
Graym retreated below the crest of the hill, reported
what he'd seen. "We can't run, and there's no place to hide.
Best we go forward and be friendly. Folks like that."
Jarek looked dubious. "They might rob us."
"Not of much."
"Or we might rob them. Are they rich?"
"I didn't grow up with 'em," Graym retorted. "How
should I know?"
Jarek dug in the dirt with his boot. "Well, if they are,
and we robbed them, then we'd be better off, right?"
Graym considered. "Now that's an idea. We rob from
the rich. And then . . ."
"And then what?" Jarek asked.
"Can't rob from the poor," Fenris said.
"No future in it," Fanris agreed.
Jarek objected, "There's more poor people than rich
people. Easier to find."
"Ah, but they don't have as much, do they?"
"Now that's telling him what, Fen."
"Thank you, Fan."
Darll said firmly, "You're not robbing these people."
Graym wasn't too keen on robbing, but he thought Darll
was being a bit bossy, for a prisoner, even if he was a
mercenary. "And why not, sir?"
Darll shook his head wearily. "Because they have us
surrounded."
While they had been talking, the townspeople had
encircled the hill and closed ranks
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