The coachman pulled back on the reins, hissing at the horses to stop as he struggled to pull them to a halt. The large wooden wheels on either side of the tall wood-planked prison wagon skidded, battling the wet, muddy road. Yet, even when everything did finally come to a standstill, the driver’s eyes were in constant motion as they lobbed over the five horsemen facing him, blocking the road ahead.
His thick bush of a beard and furry mustache animated as he spoke, “I’ll have no trouble with you!” The man was large; however, his thickness had more to do with fat than muscle. But he smelled completely human, completely fragile, Rían mused. Easy to take down, easy to fight. Easy to kill. Though, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. There were other ways to defeat a human. One of them being gre
