Chapter 8: A king's name

Jeb's sharp eyes were locked onto Cain's tattoo. "By the spirits… I thought you were dead." He reached out—a shaky hand—but then pulled back. The rifle lay forgotten at his side.

Lena squeezed Cain’s arm. "What are you saying, Jeb?"

Jeb shook his head, a slight smile touching his lips. "Come insid...

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