![]() ![]() ![]() He wore a Watchmen's green tabard over a shabby leather jerkin, and a weathered sword in a rough old scabbard on his hip. But his shadow, drawn out by the setting sun, skulked behind him like a dogged reminder of the man he used to be: great and dark and more than a little monstrous.įinished with work for the day, Clay slogged down the beaten track that passed for a thoroughfare in Coverdale, sharing smiles and nods with those hustling home before dark. ![]() His hands were so large that most mugs looked like teacups when he held them, and the jaw beneath his shaggy brown beard was wide and sharp as a shovel blade. He was certainly bigger than most, with broad shoulders and a chest like an iron-strapped keg. You'd have guessed from the size of his shadow that Clay Cooper was a bigger man than he was. ![]()
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