We're real survivors, she feels, with a burst of intensity that has her sitting up in the saddle a little straighter. Not just vultures on the world, waiting around to greedily scoop up what's left of others' misfortunes, looking to destroy rather than build. No need to kill people, no need to grind them under their boot, no need to shake them down for everything of value.
Tess looks at him and measures up the distance between their horses, and then she decides to veer her horse in even closer with a tug of the reins. Second rider incoming to your saddle, Arthur.
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We're real survivors, she feels, with a burst of intensity that has her sitting up in the saddle a little straighter. Not just vultures on the world, waiting around to greedily scoop up what's left of others' misfortunes, looking to destroy rather than build. No need to kill people, no need to grind them under their boot, no need to shake them down for everything of value.
Tess looks at him and measures up the distance between their horses, and then she decides to veer her horse in even closer with a tug of the reins. Second rider incoming to your saddle, Arthur.