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The Kite Runner: A Short Story

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Rasta caught herself watching the man's backside as he chose a horse. She noticed he was meticulous about it. It said worlds about his nature and she knew she needed as much information about him as possible before they arrived at the camp. Alric, her cousin and co-leader, would be furious she'd brought a new man in without speaking to him about it first. Knowing as much as she could about this man--this Merek--might allay his anger.

Merek chose a tall brown stallion, the same one as the general had been riding, and she fought a smirk. Well, the man definitely had an ego, that was for sure. Of course, with his sword fighting skills, Rasta had a feeling he'd earned every bit of his ego. He had not only been accurate when he'd cut those soldiers down, but brutal as well. The blows he'd dealt had been for killing, not for maiming or the actions of a man hesitant to inflict death. So...egotistical, damn good with a sword, and one who did not back out on his decisions once he made them. …show more content…

They snorted and tossed their heads, but didn't show half the spirit Merek's brute of a stallion did. She didn't envy her savior...

At the thought she angled her head to stare at him from the corner of her eyes. Savior? Yes, that's exactly what he'd done. He'd saved her from being raped, murdered, or both at the hands of those men...all without even knowing her name.

He probably does know who I am. Afterall, most people know about Rasta, daughter of one of the wealthiest landholders in our country. She shook her head. Well, we were wealthy. Once we stood up against the aristocracy, we became a bunch of untitled rebels. When we win, my families fortune will be returned. Her mouth set in a grim line at the

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