The Moon Riders moved through Texas at a good pace and as the moon neared full again, they camped near the border town of El Paso.
“Do you think we can talk a sheriff into letting us take over his jail for the night?” George asked as they sat by the fire, staring up at the bright orb in the night sky. “It’s going to be full in a few days and if we can’t find another cellar or something, we’re going to be in big trouble.”
“Maybe you can use the mesmerizing ability you picked up from that Gerrard fellow,” Pete said uneasily, “to talk your way into a jail for the night, and then back out in the morning.”
“That’s an idea I’ve considered,” George said, “but I don’t know how it would hold once I go through the change.” She swallowed the last of the nasty-tasting tea in her cup. “My control of
