The Alloy of Law

“I traded a real nice scarf for it.”

“Got you another of those guns.”

“So it wasn’t stealin’. He ain’t gonna need it, after all.” He seemed quite proud of himself.

“while you, sir, are stuck with that face.”

Wayne yawned, then took another bite of his pretzel. “What whasdat, sir? What whazzat sir? What whassat, sir?”

Then I will remain and help,” Marasi said. “That is that.”

“I’ve made a promise. I told Lord Harms I’d return Steris to him. And I will. That is that.”

“And I could really use some food,” Wayne added. “Fat is fat.”

“Is it bad?” Wayne asked, eyes still closed.

“You’ll pull through.”

“I meant the duster.”

“Oh. Well… you’re gonna need a really big patch this time.”

First robbery happened in our octant.”