FORTY-FOUR
Jackson was grim as Michaelson directed the airship toward the mine compound. Below, hundreds of dead freaks littered fields that had once been filled with crops. It would be a lean season for Brimfield, but he was sure that under Neil Barrowman’s leadership, they would survive.
A small smile formed as he remembered the newly elected lead councillor’s promise that Jackson and his wardens were welcome back in Brimfield. More than welcome. He wanted them to take an active part in securing the town’s future. That would have to wait until after they had taken care of these new freaks.
The destruction of the horde that had been outside the town gates had been brutal and bloody, but thanks to the airship, there had been no further casualties. They’d been able to fire down on the fr
