e breed of man whose point of reference in life wasn't himself, but something e

ere, " Larson as

ing. Something that forces you to use every resource at your disposal; living to the absolute fulles

ved. "Ask him about

ve him even a single copper, and stormed out into the rain. As Larson fired a glance of surprise at Barry, who had a pathetic expression on his face, Barry

is riding cloak. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Larso

tted. "He's right. Don't get yourself killed. Stay here and work yourse

e w

d and four. Death stalks you, you better believe it, but it's all about how you live, not how you die…alone, in the dark too weak to get up out

ed from the slurring mouth of a

sked forcefully and sh

led streets, rooves, and the two men outdoors. Some lights flickered behind closed shutters, im

he house, shack, or grove it's hiding in." He then raised his face into the rain. "Can't track something like that in the rain, and I fear the

and Holden made a right turn to head north. Larson followed closely. They walked together for a minute then Holden looked left and right. The town square surrounded by the

doing?" Lars

way is

s, you're too d

ey rounded the large, stone structure, trotted beyond the alley created between Barry's a

n boots. His clothes were totally soaked through from the rains. The steady march was all that kept h

re you're going,

d. "That's what hun

was created by rain striking leaves of a canopy. Moments later, they came to rest against the trunk of an enormous oak. Several smaller oaks grew in the a

on't it come after

Holden huffe

't even have the chance to ask what was going on. He felt Holden move away. Deftly and quickly, t

ey

grunted and seemed to b

g me to the

ll be

mes to secure Larson's body to the tree's trunk. The boy howled,