Darcy stood on the back porch steps, tying her boots.Before anyone rounded the corner of the stairwell, the smell of sour apple and rawhide drifted over.Darcy didn't look up. Her fingers pulled the laces into a tight knot. "Maeve, your holster needs oil."Maeve came around the corner with a half-eaten green apple in her hand, cheeks still full. "You have eyes in the back of your head?"From the other end of the corridor came the soft scuff of a boot sole. Ten meters away. Every third step, the right heel landed a fraction lighter than the rest."Your twisted ankle isn't healed yet." Darcy straightened and brushed off her pan
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