ing shield. Spyders injured hand was a white hot ball of pain. He could feel blood running down his arm. That was the side on which the tribesman made his attack. He drove his sword to the opposite side and when Spyder turned to parry him, the attacker spun smoothly, slipping around the flails. In his haste to avoid being sliced to giblets, the man came around a touch wide and barely managed to drag the tip of his sword through the top Spyders right arm. Before the man could come back with a killing blow, his mid-section exploded. He fell and Spyder saw Lulu standing there with her shotgun smoking. Spyder returned the favor by slicing off the arm of another attacker who lunged at Lulus back.
And then it was over. No more men came over the dunes. Spyder and Lulu turned in slow circles, waiting for someone else to rush them from the dark, but no one came.
"Spyder, stop spinning that thing," said Shrike. He dropped the flails into the sand to stop them. Shrike turned once, her head up, listening. "If there are any left, theyve run off to lick their wounds. "
Spyder put his arms around Shrike and she held on to him. "A fighter, not a victim. Understand now?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, but thought, "I killed a man tonight. Two, at least. " Spyder pushed Shrike away and puked into the sand.
"Pussy," said Lulu.
Thirty Eight
Dead Eyes Talk
"The horses are gone," said Lulu.
"All of them?" asked Shrike.
"The ones that arent dead. "
"Goddam," said Spyder as Count Non wrapped his injured shoulder in gauze he pulled from the saddlebags. He pressed a poultice to Spyders wound and
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