line it up. “Higher.”
Andy strained harder, lifting the cart until his legs were straight, and knees locked. “Hurry up before I die.”
Rob twisted the wheel, and grabbed the spokes. Andy sweated in the cold night air as his arms shook with the weight. He was going to drop it any moment, if the idiot didn’t get the wheel on.
Then Rob slid it onto the axle. Andy relaxed a little, letting the wheel take some of the cart’s weight. Rob reached behind him, and grabbed the big wooden mallet.
The girl with the red and blue hair banged against the bars of her cage in the back of the cart. She pushed her arm between the bars, and grunted as she tried to grab the bolt that locked it.
“Stop that,” Andy said.
She stared down at him and scowled. Pretty face, big tits, and curvy ass. He wouldn't mind a bit of that, and would be taking some if the others weren't around... and if Garry hadn't told them to keep hands off because she was heading for the King's harem. If he was that worried, he should bloody well have hung around to keep an eye on her himself, rather than rushing home with a dozen Guards to protect him.
Bang, bang, bang. Rob hammered the wheel back onto the axle. He checked the fit, and hammered a few more times. Then he nodded, and motioned for them to lower it.
Andy let it down gently. He couldn’t feel his fingers. Would he ever be able to feel them again when he let go? The wheel creaked under the weight, but took it. He relaxed some more. The weight lifted from his hands. He waited until he was sure the cart would stand on its own, then wriggled his fingers, and swung his arms to try to bring some circulation back.
“Thank fuck for that. Let’s get moving.”
Jacob walked past the hauler, to the side of the cart. He grabbed the seat to pull himself up, and put one foot on the step. Then he stared out into the night.
Something was rising slowly above the scrub. Something tall, furry, and covered with mud. Something with big claws, and dark, round eyes. It opened its mouth, and the moonlight glittered on long, sharp teeth. Like a bear. With tits.
“Evening, boys,” Brunhilde said. “How about you give me a lift to town?”
Andy glanced at the revolver on Rob’s belt. Why hadn’t they given him one, too? “Hop in the cage. We’ll take you all the way there.”
“No thanks. It doesn’t look very comfortable.”
He shrugged. “Sorry, nowhere else for passengers to sit.”
Brunhilde sighed. “I did ask nicely. Now I’ll be taking that cart.” She strode toward them. “And I don’t mind if I have to kill you for it. In fact, I’d be quite pleased to oblige.”
The closer she came to the cart, the larger she looked. She must be twice Andy's height, and twice his width. Shit.
Rob crouched by the wheel, staring at her. With ten years in the Guards, was supposed to be in charge. The only one with a pistol, and he wasn’t bloody using it.
Andy slapped his shoulder. “Give me the gun.”
Rob just stared at him. Andy pushed him to the ground, then reached to Rob’s belt, grabbed the revolver, and pulled it free. He swung it toward Brunhilde. She yelled as she saw it, then her feet pumped the ground as she accelerated toward him.
Andy pulled the trigger. The hammer clicked down, and the priming powder fizzed. Brunhilde dodged left just before the main charge fired. The gun boomed as it bucked in his hand. The flash filled the world with light, and left a white glow in his eyes. It faded just in time to see Brunhilde racing for him. Then he fell back against the cart as Rob jumped to his feet, trying to get out of the way of the oncoming beast, and slammed against Andy’s side.
Andy’s feet slid on the mud, and his hand flailed, trying to grab the side of the cart. He raised the other hand to point the gun for a second shot, and pulled back the hammer with his thumb. Brunhilde was less than two metres away. He could hardly miss.
He pulled the trigger. As the hammer fell, a wisp
Andy strained harder, lifting the cart until his legs were straight, and knees locked. “Hurry up before I die.”
Rob twisted the wheel, and grabbed the spokes. Andy sweated in the cold night air as his arms shook with the weight. He was going to drop it any moment, if the idiot didn’t get the wheel on.
Then Rob slid it onto the axle. Andy relaxed a little, letting the wheel take some of the cart’s weight. Rob reached behind him, and grabbed the big wooden mallet.
The girl with the red and blue hair banged against the bars of her cage in the back of the cart. She pushed her arm between the bars, and grunted as she tried to grab the bolt that locked it.
“Stop that,” Andy said.
She stared down at him and scowled. Pretty face, big tits, and curvy ass. He wouldn't mind a bit of that, and would be taking some if the others weren't around... and if Garry hadn't told them to keep hands off because she was heading for the King's harem. If he was that worried, he should bloody well have hung around to keep an eye on her himself, rather than rushing home with a dozen Guards to protect him.
Bang, bang, bang. Rob hammered the wheel back onto the axle. He checked the fit, and hammered a few more times. Then he nodded, and motioned for them to lower it.
Andy let it down gently. He couldn’t feel his fingers. Would he ever be able to feel them again when he let go? The wheel creaked under the weight, but took it. He relaxed some more. The weight lifted from his hands. He waited until he was sure the cart would stand on its own, then wriggled his fingers, and swung his arms to try to bring some circulation back.
“Thank fuck for that. Let’s get moving.”
Jacob walked past the hauler, to the side of the cart. He grabbed the seat to pull himself up, and put one foot on the step. Then he stared out into the night.
Something was rising slowly above the scrub. Something tall, furry, and covered with mud. Something with big claws, and dark, round eyes. It opened its mouth, and the moonlight glittered on long, sharp teeth. Like a bear. With tits.
“Evening, boys,” Brunhilde said. “How about you give me a lift to town?”
Andy glanced at the revolver on Rob’s belt. Why hadn’t they given him one, too? “Hop in the cage. We’ll take you all the way there.”
“No thanks. It doesn’t look very comfortable.”
He shrugged. “Sorry, nowhere else for passengers to sit.”
Brunhilde sighed. “I did ask nicely. Now I’ll be taking that cart.” She strode toward them. “And I don’t mind if I have to kill you for it. In fact, I’d be quite pleased to oblige.”
The closer she came to the cart, the larger she looked. She must be twice Andy's height, and twice his width. Shit.
Rob crouched by the wheel, staring at her. With ten years in the Guards, was supposed to be in charge. The only one with a pistol, and he wasn’t bloody using it.
Andy slapped his shoulder. “Give me the gun.”
Rob just stared at him. Andy pushed him to the ground, then reached to Rob’s belt, grabbed the revolver, and pulled it free. He swung it toward Brunhilde. She yelled as she saw it, then her feet pumped the ground as she accelerated toward him.
Andy pulled the trigger. The hammer clicked down, and the priming powder fizzed. Brunhilde dodged left just before the main charge fired. The gun boomed as it bucked in his hand. The flash filled the world with light, and left a white glow in his eyes. It faded just in time to see Brunhilde racing for him. Then he fell back against the cart as Rob jumped to his feet, trying to get out of the way of the oncoming beast, and slammed against Andy’s side.
Andy’s feet slid on the mud, and his hand flailed, trying to grab the side of the cart. He raised the other hand to point the gun for a second shot, and pulled back the hammer with his thumb. Brunhilde was less than two metres away. He could hardly miss.
He pulled the trigger. As the hammer fell, a wisp
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