Chapter 3

His waistcoat was a riot of color, reds and blues and purples woven into a tapestry that hugged his trim form, though his shirt remained loose, open at the collar to expose a strong neck and the hint of hair curling across his chest. That on his head was a lighter brown and hung longer than the fashion, tied with a leather strap at his nape, but shorter strands had fallen free, flipping across his angular cheekbones with every sly glance he tossed off to his audience. As he walked up and down the wooden stage at the side of the tent’s entrance, he swept his arms out to encompass them all, throwing smiles to the onlookers like pennies to vagabonds. The same impish humor twinkled in his dark eyes, lined at the corners from hours in the sun and lots of laughter.

Levi was entranced. If this man was any indication of what the carnies were like, he’d walked into heaven, indeed.

“You, sir, what’s your name?”