Chapter Nineteen
Three hours earlier:
Ruth clung to the bars of the golden cage. It was hard to do anything else with the way that doofus LaBuff was swinging the damn thing. If he would just put the cage down or walk a little less erratically, she could enact the plan she had been putting together in her head.
One thing she knew for certain, she needed to escape before the nasty cretin made it back to his ship. On a positive note, LaBuff, in his desire to appear casual and non-threatening, had taken the scenic way back to the docks. Perhaps he was afraid she would cause some kind of commotion if he went through the village to the port.
“Damn,” he muttered, drawing her attention.
Through the sheer blue haze of the fabric, she saw LaBuff looking around. It took a moment for her to reali
