As they strolled across the ancient stone battlements that rimmed the town of Canterbury, Edie was relieved that she and Caedmon had reverted to their earlier camaraderie. She wasn’t altogether certain, the male beast a difficult one to decipher, but she thought Caedmon had gotten angry back in t...
the rifleman inquired. Edie’s jaw slackened, disbelief trumping fear. “That’s a rhetorical question, right?” “Yes, we want to live,” Caedmon answered. He stepped forward, his right hand extended. “Tonto Sinclair, I presume?” “Well, I sure as hell ain’t Dr. Livingstone.” The pony-tailed Native Ame...