![]() ![]() With the benefit of height, therefore, Oatsie spotted the gully before anyone else did. Oatsie consoled herself: If the caravan kept moving, she could sit forward with her eyes peeled, out of range of the carping, the second-guessing, the worrying. ![]() Hunker down all night and wait for horse hoofs, spears? Too hard on everyone. Moving by night, at least they wouldn't make a sitting target, though they might as easily wander into trouble as sidestep it. Then the caravan would press on across the scrubby flats known, for the failed farmsteads abandoned here and there, as the Disappointments. ![]() She told the team drivers they'd pause only long enough to dig some shallow graves while the horses slaked their thirst. Her nerve being shaken at last, Oatsie Manglehand now caved in to the demands of her paying customers. ![]() The novice maunts had been strangled by their ropes of holy beads, and their faces removed. At noontime they discovered the bodies of three young women, out on some mission of conversion that appeared to have gone awry. So the talk of random brutality wasn't just talk. This time, Maguire introduces a man who may or not be the Wicked Witch's son. Author Gregory Maguire tells Liane Hansen about Son of a Witch, the sequel to his 1995 best-seller Wicked. You might have thought she was dead, but the Wicked Witch of the West is back. ![]()
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