"My wounds look human to me. And you seem ..." Rayanna's lips pursed aside, unable to spit out a valid description of him as a normal man. Reeve dipped his stubbled chin and arched a brow. "So, how do you reckon I seem? Odd?" Eyes riveted to her, he bared the…
A wisp of smoke curled from the fireplace and traced the storyteller's jawline. Reeve sucked his crooked teeth as he surveyed the writhing flames. "There's critters born tender as kittens. But earth's foul air can poison things. So a purr can't be trusted. At any moment, a sweet-sounding thing'll carve your…
Between her shoulder blades, hairs prickled up her spine to the nape of her neck. Rayanna shuddered under the grizzled hunter's glare and forced herself to sit in the unsteady rocker. "If I don't know my story, how can I ..." She hesitated, regretting the impulse to blurt her concern aloud.…
Musky stew grease still coated Rayanna's tongue. And her host's line of questioning didn't help the swill of bad tastes filling her mouth. She grimaced, unable to swallow away traces of bile. "Guilty of what?" She rose a few inches, but didn't make it to her feet. Reeve kicked the…
Reeve glowered in the shadow of the flames raging at his back. With his curled lip and statuary position he seemed almost like a grotesque carving mortared in with the hearth stones. The fire's heat surged past him and pricked at the scabbing wounds on Rayanna's face and arms. She dipped…
Steam and smoke slithered around the cauldron and hissed over the hearth. Reeve hooked his poker into the lid and removed it. He ladled marshy chunks into a pie tin. When he handed it to her with a flick of his wrist, its stiff lumps remained mudded to the center…
Bristly appendages stretched up over the table's edge in front of her. A spider emerged with them and Rayanna gasped. It skittered past the lantern and traced her host's forearm, resting on the table's surface. The man didn't flinch. "You got nerves strung higher'n cat gut on a fiddle. But are…
Bristly appendages stretched up over the table's edge in front of her. A spider emerged with them and Rayanna gasped. It skittered past the lantern and traced her host's forearm, resting on the table's surface. The man didn't flinch. "You got nerves strung higher'n cat gut on a fiddle. But are…
Rayanna leaned back from the table as the grisled stranger settled across from her. The lantern and rifle took up more than half of the meager space between them. As she pressed herself as far away as she could, the chair's gnarled branch spindles knuckled into her back. As he…
Rayanna stiffened. Her breath froze. The lantern swung from the approaching stranger's outstretched hand, his face still obscured by the misty darkness. "I get a name or my Colt. Right. Now." Her lips fumbled. A gun barrel gleamed in the sickly green light. She stammered, "I-I'm lost. I-" "Name." A howl…
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