"You'll want to watch out for Jess," the thin young man offered Marta. "She's different than us."
Marta watched Jess loping away towards the town, heedless of the dangers of entering uncharted territories. Frontier people weren't keen on newcomers, even those who were passing through, but there Jess went, straight down the middle of the road, streamers fluttering off her pack. Marta thought Umberto would tell her Jess was born soft or was touched in the head, but she politely asked anyway. "How's that?"
"She's dying." Jess' tiny figure, far down the road, waved her broad-brimmed hat back at them, hurrying them to catch up.
"Aren't we all." Marta twitched the reins, and thought about what it might mean for their future.
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