"Who'n Christ's name'd want that fucker back?"

"C'n think of a coupla people, maybe. Not in his name, though."

"This town," I say sadly, "unfortunately has a few people who might want a dangerous man back."

"You mentioned maybe seein' more if you went into a trance; was wonderin' how likely that was. An' I'm guessing you both know who it was that came back, and I understand, if ya feel you can't tell me. But I'd surely appreciate anything eithera you can tell me, since the general tone of your moods on this is havin' me worry some 'bout the state of my town, an' what might be done to it."

I glance at Syl, but I have far more loyalty to the town - my town - than to her, even though I like her. And I trust Deputy Hollow; he was made to serve, and now he serves Excolo with his whole straw heart.

"It's a god who has come back," I say frankly. "And I don't think he means ill, but he doesn't usually mean well, either. Nothing might come of it; he lived here mostly quietly enough before. But." I shrug, and sigh. It's getting cold out here, from all the rain.