Maisie wasn’t going anywhere, and besides, he still couldn’t see what it was about her that had him so fired up. Things like that, things you had no understanding of, were best left alone in his opinion. Then there was the stygian. If it was going to run, it would be long gone by now, and there wasn’t much he could do about that, not with its dampening amulet. That left only Sweet and the second husk. If Sweet came for him again, Jeb would be ready. The urge to seek him out and challenge him was bubbling up to a boil, but what was the hurry? Sweet was a local through and through, and when the time was right, there wouldn’t be much trouble finding him. The way Jeb saw it with his newfound sharpness, that made the mystery husk his priority. He rubbed down the flintlock and reassured himself it was still loaded. He was mindful of what the pock-faced rogue had said, though, when he holstered it. Last thing he needed was to shoot his foot off. He arranged his saber so it hung just behind his hip, and let his coat close over it.
