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collars.
    The fourth invader held Ulysses Wakefield suspended in his arms.

    "Sir," Ulysses said with impeccable dignity, "You are mistaken if you believe that we
    have anything worth stealing. I have no wish for violence.”
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    "Violence!" the ruffian spat. "Why, you li'l speck—”

    Morgan plunged among them and seized Ulysses's tormenter around the ankle. Teeth
    pierced wool and flesh. The man yelped and dropped the dwarf. Ulysses curled into a
    tumble and jumped to his feet, brushing off his clothing. His eyes met Morgan's. He
    nodded, slowly, unsmiling.

    Morgan wheeled about on his hind feet and went for Caitlin's opponent.

    "Wolf!" the first man cried. "It's a wolf!" Like the coward he was, he took off as fast as his
    limp would allow. Caitlin leaped from her adversary's back, and he dashed after his
    fellow. Tor's two captives picked themselves off the ground and followed suit. Morgan
    let them go.

    "That should teach them," Caitlin said, slapping the dust from her hands. She eyed
    Morgan. "About time you showed up.”

    From all parts of the camp, the other troupers gathered close against the night. Children
    ran from the tents, whooping at the excitement as their parents scolded them. Morgan
    stood at the center of the loose circle, as alien as he had ever been, and Changed.

    There were a few gasps, and murmurs, and one exclamation. No one fled. Harry,
    Caitlin, and Ulysses drew near, with Tamar close behind. Moonlight silvered the skin of
    the snake charmer, unearthly in her beauty, whose creatures coiled and rustled about
    her shoulders.

    "So it is true," she said, looking at Caitlin. "He is what you claimed.”

    "And he can save us, Tamar. He is one of us.”

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    "He is one of us," Ulysses repeated gravely.

    "Welcome," Harry said, clapping Morgan on his bare shoulder. "Welcome and thanks,
    my boy. Your return was most timely indeed." He rubbed his hands and beamed at
    them all. "My dears, I think it is best if we move on straightaway. If one band of ruffians
    has discovered us, others may as well. We have much to prepare now that our new
    friend has joined us, new towns to conquer." His eyes lit up like a child's. "The Wolf-
    Man," he said. "We have much to do!”

    Tamar slipped closer to Morgan. The patches of scaly skin on her bare arms winked
    and glistened. "Will you share my wagon tonight, Wolf-Man?”

    Caitlin snorted. The twined snakes on Tamar's shoulders reared up.

    Ulysses stepped between them. "Mr. Holt can, I believe, decide for himself.”

    "I'll walk," Morgan said. He met Harry's gaze. "I owe you a debt. I will repay it.”

    "I know you will, dear boy. Your generosity—”

    "I am neither generous nor honorable. I don't want your thanks. I don't want anything
    from any of you.”

    "Someday," Caitlin said, "you'll need someone, Morgan Holt. I hope I'm there when it
    happens.”

    She marched away toward the tents, and the others followed. Morgan remained where
    they had left him, listening to the snap of canvas, the stamps and snorts of the horses,
    and the soft calls of the troupers and crew as they broke camp. He made himself blind
    to the stars that had been his only roof for so many years, deaf to the summons of the
    wilderness and the deep terror in his heart.
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    Someday you'll need someone.

    Never. Never again.

Chapter 3
    Colorado Springs, October 1880

    "Is it real?”

    "It can't be. These circus people know every trick there is. Born thieves and swindlers,
    all of 'em.”

    The two farmers stood a few feet away from the bars of the cage, just near enough to
    feel daring. The older one, a frayed bit of straw between his teeth, gave a knowing nod.

    "Purest fakery, all of it, take my word." He spat into the trampled straw at his feet.

    "Maybe you're right," the younger hayseed said, "but it sure