Chapter 9

“Okay, but this better be good. I ain’t got all day to hang around watching you make a fool of yourself.”

Tom grinned down at George and ruffled his hair when he bounced with excitement. “Here, son.” He handed George Sunrise’s reins.

Hudson led them into the stable just as a horse in one of the stalls gave a scream of outrage. A man squirmed out of the stall and lit out like his tail was on fire.

The sound of thuds rang through the stable as iron-shod hooves came into contact with wooden walls.

The man sent a terrified glance behind him. “I quit,” he shouted as he ducked behind them and bolted into the street.

“That goddamned knothead is gonna tear my stable apart,” Hudson said sourly. “I’ve had it. That’s the third man that flea-bitten nag has lost me this month alone. You better stay out of the way, boy, before he stomps you to dust. Barney.” Hudson yelled for one of the stable boys. “You go get the knacker. I’m done with this outlaw.”