“Nathan ‘Sly’ Bowman: traveling with Outlaw Curtis ‘Dawn’ Conrad. Very interesting.”
The cozy room was lit only by a gently crackling flame nestled snuggly in the fire place embedded in the wall. A chair faced away from the fire and cast a shadow on the occupant. Her legs were crossed and she licked her fingers after having just plopped a small, round sweet into her mouth, her glossed lips pursing as she rolled the candy around in her mouth with her tongue and it clacked against her teeth.
The woman seemed to be staring at nothing, but her eyes, glazed with a slight rosy tint, were focused elsewhere. Seven of her ten fingers were wrapped with silvery bands; only her ring fingers and right thumb wore no ring. Several pendants dangled from her neck, a variety of bracelets jingled on both w
