Chapter 13
San Francisco, California Territory, 1849
“This bloodsucker is a real piece of work. You get that bastard tonight, or don’t bother coming back, you hear?” Boss Granger said as one of his many servants gave him a close shave with a blade so sharp, Christian was shocked it wasn’t removing his skin as well. The assistant, a thin man with the tan skin of those who’d come from south of the border, was named Jose and knew better than to even nick the pocky, fat face of Granger. The last time that had happened, the man had gotten more than a verbal berating. Christian hadn’t been there to witness it, but he’d seen the bloodied lip and black eye the next day, and when he’d inquired of someone else, they’d mentioned a shave that had been a little too close.
Christian shifted on his fe
