CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Broderick had spent the last two days traveling from town to town seeking information on the black-clothed man. Most everyone he talked to hadn’t seen anyone that matched his description. Broderick was starting to wonder if he had gone the wrong direction when he reached a small village and received the same answers to his questions.
An old man in one of the taverns, however, piqued his interest. He had a small gathering of people around him and at first, Broderick thought the old man was telling a story. When he walked by, he heard some of what was being said.
“I was afraid for my life. He looked normal enough, but there was something about him that radiated evil. He wore all black, and his horse was black as well. I saw him do something odd with his hands and then the
