Before a crowd formed around the company store, Clara was already approaching the Catholic church from the rear. She suspected there was an entrance for the priest and staff to use and was thankfully correct.
She chanced a peek down the street towards the store. Jack was there, hands and face covered in blood. While she was too far away to catch what he was saying, the wind saw fit to carry along a few choice words… He sounds pissed…
Even as a hunter, being pursued by Jack or even a small group and a small group of men would be problematic. Hunters could not kill their fellow man. but they could break noses and bones… still that would slow me down…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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