The latter were incongruous, in view of her present environs. She was all woman, in spite of her bearing and her garments. Her whole figure reflected an unusual strength, without detracting from the femininity of her appearance. She was tall, full-bosomed and large-limbed, with compact shoulders. The woman shivered with a twitch of her magnificent shoulders, and then cursed. Clumps of undergrowth limited the vision that quested under the somber twilight of the lofty arches formed by intertwining branches. Giant trees hemmed in the small pool where her horse had just drunk. She made the reins fast to the fork of a sapling, and turned about, hands on her hips, to survey her surroundings. The woman drew a booted foot out of the silver stirrup and swung down from the gilt-worked saddle. It stood with its legs wide-braced, its head drooping, as if it found even the weight of the gold-tasseled, red-leather bridle too heavy. The woman on the horse reined in her weary steed. Interior Illustrations © Can Stock Photo Inc. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission except for brief quotations for review purposes only. Fantastic Stories Presents: Red Nails Robert E.
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