Early June, 1637, Grantville
 

Mouthful of dirt, seasoned with blood.

"Owwwwww . . ." Alyse Glazer blinked, trying to remember the last time she'd fallen off a horse. The horse in question stumbled, dodging something Alyse couldn't see, and grazed a steel-shod hoof along Alyse's ribs. The bay filly kept going, but Alyse lost her breath again. Shoving against the fairgrounds livestock arena's hoof-chewed ground to stand up sent what felt like hot . . .

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