CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Ben offered me his free shoulder which I gladly took, and together we shuffled through the junkyard and to the main road. One touch from Ben and the mirage was lifted. Ben slumped the man off his shoulder and Beck fell like a sack of potatoes onto the ground.
“His body should prevent the magic from working again,” Ben thought aloud before he looked over at me. “Wait here and I’ll fetch Bashful.”
I was only too glad to plop myself onto an overturned box and await his return. A few pedestrians sauntered past, and more than one local jerked to a stop to gape at the wide road.
“Where’d that come from?” one of them, a gentleman in a used suit, asked me.
I grinned. “Magic.”
He pointed at Beck. “And what’s he laying there for?”
My face drooped as I studied the lim
