The Astarte of the B

Lane tightened his grip on the reins, earnestly urging his mount forward.,The cheap blue cotton overalls were dark and shiny, even the cotton stuffing around the waist was bursting out. The cowhide boots, without a thick sole, were also cheap goods. Though they rubbed against his feet, at least he could walk freely on the ground.,But Bolton's words treat it as just a lump of meat.。