Clay leaned back, his mouth twisting slightly.
"Talk about changing the subject. There ain't much of Circle in these parts. Broken, yes. Leaderless, yes. Keep to themselves on the fringes." He ran a hand under his nose and over his moustache. "There's the Apache, if you are crazy enough to go courting him, Hannah and Precious Jenny - if you can ever find her or where she's made her hole. Apparently, even the Haunt's don't know where she's gone. They say... ah... how they say? Gone off the reservation?"