Chapter 17
The speaker stepped out into the sunlight, his features obscured by a black kerchief covering his face below his eyes. A black wool cap worn low on his forehead hid his hair, and he wore a shapeless, oversized oilskin coat. But the bulk of his large form was unmistakable, and it wasn’t from fat.
The pistol he pointed at Nick, however, was quite clear. And steady. He pointed at Zach with his free hand. “You. Dismount.” He then pointed at Harriet, who was kneeling beside Nick’s still form. “You. Don’t move.”
Zach dismounted and walked closer to Nick, holding his hands up beside his ears. He looked no more concerned than if someone had just revealed themselves to have a winning hand of cards. “If you want my purse, you have only to ask.”
“Shut up,” the highwayman growled. From
