Loretta brought the wagon slowly through the dirt roads of the village several hours later. The handful of shops and merchants, tiny and modest by city standards, each had at least a few people standing in the doorways and windows watching them go by. A good-sized crowd followed along behind. The horses grumbled at all the attention, and she kept expecting Karl to do the same on the seat beside her. Gemma and Morgan only stared.
She finally brought the wagon to a creaking halt in front of Walton's stable. Just as she'd expected, he stood outside with both fists clenched.
The red-and-black balloons of Bill's airship still loomed over the river's edge, so he wouldn't be far behind once word of who had attacked Morgan got out. Walton's face was bright red, the most upset Loretta had ever se
