I: A PRAIRIE SUTRA
"Prairie, a French word meaning 'meadow'"
Good Council Men
The Nimshi Factor And The Bandit Queen
The Shrovetide Invasion
Abigail Firebloom’s Ash Wednesday
The Autobiography of Madame X
The Way It’s Done
II: THE LAST KILLS
A Lamb Among Wolves
The Past Is All We Have
A Killer and a Pawn
A Daughter of Her People
She sat on a duffel bag with her chin cupped in one hand, staring at the foggy horizon. Two children stood on either side of the woman; faces buried into her thin, corded neck. They seemed to be one body.
Jed parked on the opposite shoulder of the road. Her face wore the hard-bitten air of all settlement women, although she could not have been over thirty. They reached maturity by the late teens and soon after, their faces sank into deeply grooved impassive masks. Only the eyes occasionally betrayed the eager, lively girls they once were. Jed and Max had seen hundreds of such women in their younger years. They had all melded into one gray, seamed, underfed mass.
“This could be an ambush,” Max cautioned. His hand floated over his thigh pocket.
“Don’t be dramatic, there’s nowhere to hide,” Jed snapped.