Snippet #1693088

Mainstreet Stillriver

"I been called that," the old woman replied sliding her revolver back into its holster. Her eyes narrowed as they followed Lukas crawling. scurrying, and finally running away. "If you've come to Stillriver looking for trouble, you done found it. That heap'a cow dung may not be so dangerous by his lonesome, but he works for Edmund Thane. Probably was tryin' ta scout you to work at the Starlight." Claire's eyes hardened. "Regular slave gang he runs over there," she spit into the dust before her tired eyes returned to the young witch, "be careful." She turned to leave, but something seemed to catch her attention. Stopping for a moment she sniffed the air like a coyote before breakfast then muttered something about, 'bad blood bringing bad spirits.'