Juno dug through her leather tool bucket, her stiff arthritic hands pushing things out of the way as she reached for the bottom. “I don’t want to say anything bad about the unicorns. You know me, I don’t believe in that sort of thing.”
Eldwin rolled his eyes. But you’re going to do it anyway, he thought.
“But I don’t care if they have jobs and pay taxes and the like. They’ve got those HORNS. And I saw a unicorn run a man through in fifty-six. I don’t care if it was in self-defense Billy-bob never stood a fightin’ chance.”