Chapter 6
The sun streaming into his bedroom woke Mitch. Well, that and the sound of nails rapidly clicking across hardwood, barking, and a thud hard enough to shake his bed.
What the hell?
Hoof beats followed.
Hoof beats?
Mitch climbed out of bed in a hurry, flew to the doorway, then put on the brakes. The centaur stood in the entryway, his dappled coat shining with health and cleanliness even in the dimness of the front room. His upper torso was covered, unlike the last time Mitch glimpsed him. This time he’d pulled on a black sweatshirt. Considering the chill in the fall air, the wardrobe addition made sense.
What did the guys call him again?
The centaur smiled. “I’m Journey, in case you were wondering.” He carried a large tan sack, the strap secured over one shoulder. He dipped
