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was Cashmere.

“Cashmere? Like in a sweater?”

I asked.

She laughed. “Yes, like the

sweater.”

She then went on to tell me that

Cashmere was not only on his way

already, but that the men that she had

shipped him with had called her from

a rest stop in Ogden and had said they

would be in Logan in about an hour.

“You are to meet them at the gas

station at 5000 West Main,” she said.

When I hung up the phone,

Hannah was standing behind me. She

had heard my end of the

conversation, and the worry showed

in her face. Her voice quivered

slightly as she spoke. “Brenda didn’t

go and buy a mean stallion again, did

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