The Journey Continues
The barkeep from the Lucky Hawk walked briskly up the street. Despite the steep incline and a shortness of breath, his pace never slowed. He climbed the steps to the Dead Man's Inn, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached the door. He only hoped he wasn't too late.
A prissy man greeted him. He was small and thin, with his hair slicked back, every silver strand in place. The buttons on his shirt were fastened from belly to neck and he had eyes that looked as if he could weigh a man with little more than a glance.
"May I be of service to you, good sir?" Honey coated Briston's words, but his eyes dissected Carter like a father would his daughter's first suitor.
"Need to deliver this letter...to one of your patrons."
Briston's eyebrows nearly brushed his hairline.
