They rode into the little town an hour or two after midday and were greeted with the suspicious stares of everyone on the street. “They must not get many newcomers in town,” Eli said as yet another person scurried inside their home or business and slammed the door.
“If there are Loup-Garou here,” Pete said, “they may have good reason to be fearful of strangers.”
A tall man with a tin star pinned to the front of his shirt and a shotgun in his hand limped into the street, stopping them. “Who are you, boys? Where’d you come from, and what you want here in Luna?” he demanded.
Eli glanced at her companions and smiled. He’d called them boys. Maybe cutting off their hair had been worth it after all. “We’re just passing through, sir,” she said, “on our way to visit family near Austin.”
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