Happy New Year!
Here is another installment of Kestrel Creed and the Febrile Felon.
Again, it is a draft that has had a feather-pass of editing. I want to get more of the work out here for you, so I am being lax on the editing. Fear not, the whole work will get a strong-arm fix before it is ready for publication.
If you are new to the Kestrel Creed story, don’t forget to start with the Prologue .
I hope you enjoy the story.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Creed stomped through the bat-wing doors, into Bankleyville’s ‘Woody’s Rustbucket Saloon and Boarding House.’ His upper lip was curled back, exposing teeth. It was not a smile. The odds he’d gotten any news from the local law did not bode well.
Nika thought she heard him utter a curse. Of course, she never knew if he was swearing or not – his people had such colorful panoply of slang.
“Any luck…?” she started, but he interrupted her.
“These louts didn’t mistreat you, did they?” he asked, glaring at both Knife and Roose, each in turn.
She smiled. “No, silly. They were perfect gentlemen.”