Marco And The Devil's Bargain (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
They rode through stout gates just as the light faded entirely. So long facing into the wind, Anthony’s horse—Paloma’s, actually—perked up, and with dainty, mincing steps took him directly into a horse barn. The earthy odors and sudden protection from the wind relieved his heart, or at least what remained of it. He couldn’t help smiling at Paloma’s loud yawn from the depths of her warm cocoon on her husband’s lap. Marco bent his head close to hers and she giggled. My Lord, they are childish, Anthony thought, but he knew it was envy. He dismounted with a groan and looked around, impressed with the solidity of the buildings and the height of the palisade, made of stone and not adobe. Everything appeared as capable as Marco Mondragón himself. Maybe the dying trader had steered him into a safe pasture, after all. And maybe I could have pushed a little dirt over his body, Anthony thought. He smiled to himself, remembering Paloma’s words about becoming a better person the longer he was around them.
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