Dead Legends (Book 1): R.I.P. Van Winkle - Plot & Excerpts
There were no Marshals in pursuit, no one hot on their heels, and that worried both men. They expected the inevitable chase scene to play out, with the Marshals giving pursuit, but no, nothing. The antiquated siren continued its piercing wail, scattering people left and right as Jeff and Rip made their way through the market. Gone were the shopkeepers and shoppers alike; everyone was either ducking under cover or heading that way. Whatever the apparent reason for the warning, it wasn’t good. Jeff urged the horse on, trying desperately to get within shouting distance of the Knights. He felt a bit like Paul Revere, feeling like he should be screaming The British are coming!, but he couldn’t rightly tell whoever might be listening who or what was coming. “I don’t think they are looking for us! There has to be something else going on! Something big!” Jeff yelled as the horse hit its stride, going a little faster, as if sensing the urgency of the moment.
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