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Silas, the gray-haired ranch hand who had driven me four miles from Red Hollow, winced.
“That would be Mr. Caldwell.”
I looked toward the stairs.
“He sounds healthier than Dr. Aldridge led me to believe.”
“He isn’t.”
“Then he can save his strength and insult me quietly.”
Silas stared at me for a moment before the corners of his mouth twitched.
Upstairs came another furious shout.
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