Free Horses

Even though the bar wasn’t at the centre of the city, it wasn’t far from it. The place was also rather big, and a significant amount of time had lapsed since the massacre. Despite it being sudden, it was enough to incite a forceful reaction.

Once he walked out of the bar, Richard took in a deep breath of the cool and refreshing night breeze. He dusted his clothes, but wasn’t in any hurry to leave.

The convenience store next door was still open, the shopkeeper sitting on a bench that was half in the shop and half out. He smiled mysteriously at Richard, “Youngsters these days are so rash. You killed so many of Schitich’s people the moment you came to Bluewater, he definitely won’t let you off easily.”

Richard’s men were leaving the bar one after the other, but he still showed...