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"What a bunch of animals! " War Paint exclaimed, laughing loudly. "Where d'ya say ya was from? The days when soldiers stay in inns are over. Where're ya from? As soon as ya get anywhere all ya have to do is choose the house that best suits ya and ya go and take it, ya don't ask no one. If not, who the hell was the revolution for? For city dandies? No, we're gonna be the dandies now, don't ya know? Let's see, Pancracio, hand me your machete for a minute. Damn these rich folk! They keep everythin' under lock and key."
She dug the tip of the steel blade into the slit between a drawer and its desktop. Then, using the handle to get leverage, she broke the lock and yanked the splintered top off the desk.