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Red inhaled as her saw another woman dropping back from the back, intent on engaging with him. This one, however, seemed to have lost her marbles and they had only just started. Perhaps she had lost her marbles before they had even embarked on the journey. He had encountered many a mad-man in his lifetime. Sometimes it was too much sun. Sometimes it was from drinking salt water. Other times it was from taking a knock on the head. Or because they were on some form of drug. As far as he could tell, this woman suffered from none of those symptons. He supposed some people were just born crazy.<br/>
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She looked at him then made a motion with her hands before speaking in some garbled tongue that made no sense to him. His eyes blinked once at her and he let out another sigh. He reached out and slapped her horse on its rear, causing it to dart forward and start back into motion. It kicked more dirt up into his face. If people kept dropping back to engage with him, he might start eating their horses and make them walk the rest of the way, so they wouldn't keep covering him in dust! </span>