The League of Rogues
Shouting dissolved into the sounds of curses and scuffling.
Joanna pushed back the door's curtain and peered outside. She could see a dozen or so men struggling to catch hold of Brock in the fading light as the sun sank below the trees. He swung his blade with precision, cutting the arms of any who came too close. She had never seen violence before, not like this, but she had been right about Brock. He was indeed the warrior she believed him to be. None of the other men were a match for him, but he couldn't fight them all, not forever. He soon disappeared beneath a pile of bodies, and Joanna shoved a fist into her mouth to stifle a terrorized cry.
Stay in the coach, that's what he said. But
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