Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Embarrassing little encounters



     You all know those embarrassing little encounters of course—the man you’ve borrowed money off, or the chap whose wife has flirted with you, or the people whose invitation you’ve forgotten, or the vulgarian who accosts you in public. Omohundro wasn’t quite like these, exactly— the last time we’d met I’d been stealing one of his slaves, and shots had been flying, and he’d been roaring after me with murder in his eye, while I’d been striking out for the Mississippi shore.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.27, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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