“You worry too much about things.”
Porter frowned at that. He had always considered himself frugal and of reasonable purpose and prospects.
She acknowledged his concern. “We have horses from Stoney’s crew.”
He nodded with a wry grin. “Yes we do. And considerably less pukes to deal with in the vicinity. Maybe that is a win I can talk about in the morning.”
“You will not talk about the rest? The sacred mountain and Old Ones?”
Porter shook his shaggy head. “Hell no.”
About the Author:
David J. West writes dark fantasy and weird westerns because the voices in his head won’t quiet until someone else can hear them. He is a great fan of sword & sorcery, ghosts and lost ruins, so of course he lives in Utah in with his wife and children.
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