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talesofnecromancy:“Let him go. Don’t make me ask again.”The…

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talesofnecromancy:“Let him go. Don’t make me ask again.”The…

talesofnecromancy:

“Let him go. Don’t make me ask again.”

The plain weight of her command annoyed him. Some fucking cat-tail in a frock coat telling him what to do? “I see you got that belt but you ain’t heeled,” he spat with a grin and a stream of tobacco juice. The advantage was his: he had ninety pounds over her or more, a tin star, two pistols and a belt full of bullets. There was no fight against him she could win. “I don’t know what the hell you think you’ve got, girly-”

She tipped her head and gave an odd sort of smile. “I’ve got nothing but him…” she looked towards the disheveled and semi-conscious gentleman they held in their grasp. “He’s mine. And you’ve ‘til the count of three to give him up…”

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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