Damn loot!
Finn Badfinger had already been climbing for an hour or so, up a steep hill. He was being chased by his old man, but only his threats were reaching him.
In order to carry out the escape, he had taken advantage of the chaos that had been created when Trustmann and Krook decided it was time to send the prostitutes back to the brothel. Hugg always slept with his rifle at his side and his left hand on it; Weasel had ripped it out of his hand while he slept. Obviously, the man woke up immediately, but the boy was quicker. He jumped out of the window onto the roof of the woodshed, then jumped down to the ground, climbed on Frik and ran away. His father had gone after him on horseback. He was fast, but Finn led his trusty nag on a bumpy route that allowed him to remain out of reac
