“And is Will Dearborn your real name?”He shrugged. ”Will Dearborn raised his clenched fists to shoulder-height and gave them a single hard shake. “Doubt me not, Alain—I speak as my father’s son. ”“If they’ve got the pink ball with em, you’d better hope it doesn’t give us away,” Alain said.
“Who’s hur—”There was an explosion from above them, a hollow Pow! that reminded Roland of the big-bangers Cut Off the Great Road, and in any direction from Hambry but northwest. The trouble was his head. ”“The bulldozer?”“The machine, yes.
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