Ben’s POV
“To Todd!” I downed another shot of whiskey, a shout of Todd’s name going through the saloon. Everyone was finally able to get out the fire a few hours ago, finding Todd’s body along with the three burnt corpses of wolves.
“I-Ishoulda checked to s-see if he was drunk or not yet.” Jake downed another shot next to me along with P.J.; their parents allowing them this one night to mourn our departed friend. “H-he’d knocked over that table a couple of times before I left.”
It seemed like Todd had dropped his whiskey bottle and spilled everywhere, starting the blaze in my forge, ruining everything in there. I was just about to take another shot of whiskey when I saw someone discretely come in the saloon, going to the end of the bar and sitting down.
Isn’t that Hank? June’s supposed
