“Silas,” someone called, amused. “What in hell are you doin’?”
“What I gotta,” Silas said. “Banks crawlin’ up my backside. Need me a fair price. Ain’t no use pretendin’ these girls don’t need husbands anyhow.”
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“What I gotta,” Silas said. “Banks crawlin’ up my backside. Need me a fair price. Ain’t no use pretendin’ these girls don’t need husbands anyhow.”
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