Chapter Seven
After a week of trying to strengthen her arms and learn to wield a sword, Shadow could have quite happily pushed the sword between Carson’s ribs, and Morell’s too. She wasn’t sure which one she’d kill first. Maybe her brother. Yes, he was the one who’d started it all.
She swung at Morell and landed in the dirt as he swept her foot out from under her. Her sword went in one direction, her hat the other.
Morell looked down at her with his usual expression of disgust, an expression he seemed to keep solely for her. He turned his gaze to a point behind Shadow. “I’m wasting my time, Captain. Maybe you should give him an eating knife and be done with it. Or better yet, a length of rope and tell him to go hang himself. It’d be less painful to die that way than being carved up on s
