Chapter 10

“What are you doing here in the middle of the week, Kenner?” a large man, unwashed and wreaking of alcohol asked.

“Get out of my way, Nelson. I have business and it’s none of yours.”

“Bastard.”

“Drunk.”

We continued our slow and steady pace until I noticed motorbikes, very similar to the one stored in Kenner’s barn, parked along a cracked sidewalk.

“They’ll know where you got the bike so better off leaving it where it is and ride the horse if you come back. They’ll also know how many of their men you had to kill too.”

“It was three.”

“Sword?”

“Knives.”

He bit his lip. “You need no lessons in lying.”

I followed Kenner’s example and got off the horse when he did. We walked them closer to a small group of men and Kenner handed me his reins.

“Is Murdock around?” he asked no one in particular.

“Who wants to know?” The man who spoke was twice the size of Kenner. He wasn’t bad-looking in a Neanderthal kind of way. His shaggy hair reminded me of Dog. The man had recently worked on a motorbike