[ richard sharpe is a terrible reader. and yet, he's stretched out on his narrow bed -- squinting at the cream-coloured page of a book missing its cover. so when the youngest and newest housemate peeks into his bedroom -- by accident, he assumes -- he's grateful for the distraction.
before rue can shut the door: ] Whoa, now. Hold up a moment, lass.
[ booted feet swing off the bed and the rifleman pushes to his feet. ]
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before rue can shut the door: ] Whoa, now. Hold up a moment, lass.
[ booted feet swing off the bed and the rifleman pushes to his feet. ]