![]() Jack fought his way toward those hands, still dodging the cattle as best he could. He saw Wolf's head going down again, both hands waving. Jack whirled clumsily around in the stream, barely avoiding another cow-sheep, this one floating on its side, dead in the water. That's it, he's gone, must be, let him go, get out of here-īut he struggled on toward Wolf, pushing a dying, weakly convulsing cow-sheep out of his way to get there. It had been tied at the nape of his neck, Jack saw, but most of it had come loose. The hair of Sloat's Twinner was long, black, flapping, somehow dead-looking. His hair renewed itself, growing forward, first tinting the rondure of his skull, as if some invisible being were coloring Uncle Morgan's head, then covering it. As he came he did his own werewolf number, changing from Morgan Sloat, investor, land speculator, and sometime Hollywood agent, into Morgan of Orris, pretender to the throne of a dying Queen. Jack stood, paralyzed, as Sloat bulled his way through the hole between the two universes. Here he was Jason.īut the Queen's son died an infant, died, he. 'Jason' Morgan of Orris screamed, and Jack realized that Morgan was not cursing in the Territories argot he was calling his, Jack's, name. He was coughing and staggering, seemingly no longer aware of where he was. Wolf struggled up again, his hair plastered against his face, his dazed eyes peering through a curtain of it like the eyes of an English sheepdog. 'Wolf' Jack screamed, but thunder exploded across the blue sky again, drowning him out. I only had a couple thousand with me, and most of that was going to cover Edvick's services and the hotel bill.He stood at midstream in water that was crotch-deep, cattle passing on either side of him, baa-ing and bleating, staring at that window which had been torn in the very fabric of reality, his eyes wide, his mouth wider. I wasn't about to question his figures, but the start-up cost was higher than I had expected. I think about five thousand in gold would start things off right." "Even with backing I'd want to start small and build.Figuring that.yeah. I only had a couple thousand with me, and most of that was going to cover Edvick's services and the hotel bill. R., but I resolved that this one I was going to do right. It was silly to feel bad about not fulfilling an offer I didn't have to make, but I did. He turned and strode off down the street without looking back. That's all your contract called for.and more." You promised one round of minor help, and delivered it at a key moment. "Maybe, but by my count it still squares things between us. The well meant advice from the Butterfly, the drinking, the fight, the head-butting with the police all swelled within me until my mind and temper burst from the pressure. Suddenly, the whole day caught up with me. "Check me on this, Skeeve," he said finally, "I've been helpful to you so far, right?" "And I've been pretty good company, haven't I? I mean, I do tend to run off at the mouth a bit, but overall you haven't seemed to mind having me around." Well, you know where to find me when you make up your mind." "So why are you trying to get rid of me?" He floated up to eye level with me, frowning as he cocked his head to one side. It was less dangerous than trying to lend a hand in the fight." If you hadn't done your thing back there in the alley, my goose would have been cooked before J.R.
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