It was hot as sin the day the Justicar came to Hollow. Didn’t seem to bother him much. He rode up to the well, hitched his donkey and gave it water, then headed to the church. If it wasn’t for the red of his cloak, I’d have taken him for some drifter, looking for a meal and maybe a bit of work in driving or shearing. Drifters, as a rule, know what the law says about wearing red on cloak or boots. Me, I was scarce three years out of the seminary, and still wearing my ‘Reverend’ a bit awkwardly, so you’d best believe I knew what that cloak meant, for all that it was dusty, and frayed at the edges.
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