There had been something between them long ago - before - - before the anger, the betrayal, before the hate. He couldn't remember right now. Just the chase was there burning into his heart; it seemed he had been chasing her, this poison woman, forever. The desert rose to protect her,favor her, side with her. Always she was two steps ahead of him. She knew the desert secrets; it gave her its mysteries freely, like it had already decided she was the victor, this poison woman . . .this murderer of his brother.
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