Da, they killed, for he stood against 'em. [There's some heat in her voice.] Said Ocean Foam threw him, as if Pat Delgado weren't a better horseman than that. His friends. Sons of bitches.
[She almost spits that last. Pat may have been some years dead in the ground now, but the certainty of his murder is still fresh enough, a raw and reopened wound.]
And my Aunt Cord... [She snorts, bitter and sharp. The memory is clear in her mind: Cordelia with the box of stove-ash, shrieking her recriminations. Ye'll be wedded in fire, she had said. Bedded in the ashes, do 'ee hear me?] She's one of the ones told 'em to do it. One of the first who set the light.
[She bites her lip, her brow furrowing - part grief, part anger.]
Helped 'em kill him, too. Her own brother, and after he took her in and all. I knew she was cold, but...
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[She almost spits that last. Pat may have been some years dead in the ground now, but the certainty of his murder is still fresh enough, a raw and reopened wound.]
And my Aunt Cord... [She snorts, bitter and sharp. The memory is clear in her mind: Cordelia with the box of stove-ash, shrieking her recriminations. Ye'll be wedded in fire, she had said. Bedded in the ashes, do 'ee hear me?] She's one of the ones told 'em to do it. One of the first who set the light.
[She bites her lip, her brow furrowing - part grief, part anger.]
Helped 'em kill him, too. Her own brother, and after he took her in and all. I knew she was cold, but...