“Silas,” someone called, amused. “What in hell are you doin’?”
“What I gotta,” Silas said. “Banks crawlin’ up my backside. Need me a fair price. Ain’t no use pretendin’ these girls don’t need husbands anyhow.”
A laugh rolled through the doorway, warm and cruel. Ada felt it hit her like thrown stones. She’d heard men joke about her before, the …
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