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The others had placed bets. In an outpost such as Fort Spencer, small wagers were common. In this case it was to see how long it would be until Reich killed Toffler. Not if - when.
Everyone knew to steer clear of Reich, to just give him his chores and then leave him be. Everyone save Toffler, their resident chaplain. In his religious fervor, the man threw caution to the wind and would preach to the mad soldier.
They bet on how long it'd be before Toffler lost his head.
No one expected the wolf to come to like the shepherd.