Chapter 10
Outpack shifters seldom put down roots because most of us aren’t strong enough to defend a permanent territory on our own. So I wasn’t surprised to discover that Quill’s home consisted of an old VW van currently parked in the bar’s otherwise empty lot.
What did surprise me was the interior. The cowboy shifter had ripped out fake wood and vinyl and replaced the original seats and tables with custom-built furnishings that resembled a well-decorated if rather cramped apartment.
“Home sweet home,” he said, spreading his hands wide in a rather self-conscious gesture of welcome as I followed him into the vehicle. I got the impression Quill thought I might judge the van lacking, but my pack and I had been bedding down together in a single tent for the better part of a month. An RV,
