Chapter Nineteen: A Brace of PistolsHe rushed through the village, the sharp slap of his simple leather sandals over the cobbles the only sound. A couple of men at the end of his street gave him a hard look as he hurried by and he tried his best not to meet their eyes. When they growled, however, he couldn't help but glance over to meet their harsh stares. Did they blame him for Enrique's death, or was there something more? Everyone seemed so angry, so dead-set on throwing around their accusations like sand in the breeze. Accusations not based on poof or anything other than the desire to hurt.
About a hundred paces or so from his house, he stopped, listening. A dreadful, heaviness came over him, pressing down on his shoulders, as if something very large and very bad studied him, measuring
