n and dug into the sand and that was the last thing Spyder remembered for what felt like a very long time.
Twenty Six
My Enemys Enemy
"Shit," said Spyder.
"A quote from Pere Ubu," Lulu said. "Guess youre all right, cowboy. "
Spyder opened his eyes. He couldnt sit up or quite focus on any one object. He recognized Lulus blur because hed seem that before in plenty of bars. A blur that might have been Shrike left what was probably a campfire and came to where Spyder lay.
"How are you feeling?" asked Shrike.
"Alive. Gangbanged by gorillas. "
"It was a hard landing. "
"A soft crash is more like it," said Lulu.
"But everyone made it," Shrike said.
"Its hard to breathe," said Spyder.
"You may have broken some ribs," said Shrike. "Count Non did a healing spell on you, but its still going to hurt for a few days. "
"Count who?"
"Count Non," said Lulu. "The flyboy who saved us. Hes the coolest. Wait till you see his weapons collection. I already almost cut off a finger playing with his shit. "
"How about Primo? He fell off the wing. "
"See for yourself," said Shrike. "Can you sit up?"
With Shrike and Lulus help, Spyder managed to sit upright in the sand. Every breath was an adventure in pain. He gasped and took shallow breaths. That helped. Over by the fire, Primo sat, his injured shoulder wrapped in a clean bandage. He was drinking with a tall man dressed in leather and chainmail. The stranger had a scarred but darkly handsome face and eyes that shone intensely in the fire light.
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