"Fine. I'll carry it. Wuss."
The Deputy accepts the head and checks off the last item on his checklist. "Very good, citizen. You should go see Marshal McBride and see if he has any more work for you."
Norman goes into the church to talk to McBride. When he comes back out he's looking pale.
"More head-chopping?" I ask him.
"Worse," he says mournfully. "He's sending us to Goldshire."
Next Time: Dun dun DUN!