"All the better." He speaks crisply. "He tried to find you. He took the tip from the men who contacted him. A letter, hand-written and hand-delivered. He destroyed it, as asked, afterward. Started looking for gunslingers, in order to find you to turn you over to the Alliance. To try to talk you into turning yourselves in, first. And then, if you refused, to give up your location. But he doesn't know where you are. He was researching when they pulled him in. Wasn't really finding anything. Poetry, and tales of long ago." But...Gilead's long gone. His face twists in a mockery of a smile. "Blood-and-thunder tales of pretend." I am not. And Roland inclines his head, the expression gone. "So. We plant this story. Make him believe it. Any holes you can see?"
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Date: 2005-07-19 04:40 am (UTC)But...Gilead's long gone.
His face twists in a mockery of a smile. "Blood-and-thunder tales of pretend."
I am not.
And Roland inclines his head, the expression gone. "So. We plant this story. Make him believe it. Any holes you can see?"
He turns to include Zoe as well.
Not Gabriel Tam.