The Passions Of The Stars

Waiting alone in the now-familiar confines of Maku’s grass hut, with the smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Lyle “Sneaky Legs” Malone, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to her horoscope, in the clutches of Cesar Marquez and his gang of cutthroats.

Then came the sound of her own name being called, and she gasped. He was here! “I worship you, Adored One!” he breathed, drawing her to him as a moth to a lantern wick, and as he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, she knew that at last he was hers — and that only death could part them.

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