Walker grabbed Lilith’s reins and pulled, but the chestnut mare wouldn’t budge. “We need to get out of here. We have to leave before night falls and the ghosts rise.” He looked spooked. “I’d rather face the Pinks than risk a haunting.”
The stallion tossed his mane and snorted, then advanced on the bounty hunter with his head lowered menacingly. Walker didn’t back down, but he did release Lilith’s reins.
“I think he’s trying to tell us we’re safer here than out there.” Hettie couldn’t help but smile at the way Walker sized up the stallion.
“Maybe we should stay,” Ling said slowly, staring around. “This place is steeped with magic.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something about the place is … focusing magical energy here, containing it.” He held out a hand and uttered a few words. His palm flash
