![]() ![]() ![]() She leaned her shoulder against the door, gripping her rifle in one hand and a lantern in the other, and stepped inside. She paused, lingering in the shadows of the stable, waiting for any sign of people. An ominous boom of thunder rumbled, and a drizzle of rain spit across her cheeks. She double-checked her cap, making sure no strands of hair fell loose.Īfter she was positive no one followed her, she picked up her rifle and crept along the stable’s back entrance. Carefully, she set the rifle down to tighten the belt holding up her trousers. She peered down the street, seeking any signs of movement. Lightning flashed in the distance, temporarily rendering her blind against the black of night. Pierce, this journey wouldn’t be any funĪlly’s steps slowed and she glanced between buildings. Manufactured in the United States of Americaįirst Edition November 2013 Table of Contents Visit our website at Edited by Robin Haseltine and Kerri-Leigh Grady For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2013 by Rebecca Thomas. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. ![]()
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