finding the dogs standing watch over your husband’s body. Your big white dog must have been one of them.”
“Yes, I remember when she said this, Long Arm. But … we have no white dog. We have never had a white dog. Brown, black, spotted, you have eaten of our dogs many times before now … but no, we have never had a white dog.”
“But … the dog Angelica called the spirit wolf …”
Bad Tooth shrugged. “I am sorry, Long Arm. Not here.”
Longarm turned and—unsure of just what to believe … or disbelieve—rode into the night.
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