With the hastily scrawled note clutched tightly in his hand, the boy kept his eyes glued to the back of the mysterious woman in black. Everything about her screamed danger but at the same time, he felt he had little to fear from her. She had a presence about her that no man or woman he had ever met matched. Even the nuns he had seen were as unlike her as she was to everyone else.
He continued to follow her as she moved silently toward the Bella’s Cage. She kept to the shadows and her movements were fluid, like a snake. Once she was closer to the bordello, she slowed down. She leaned against a post and put something in her mouth while she kept an eye on the front door. A glint sparkled in her eyes as she watched a couple of the townsmen entered the establishment.
The boy’s foot squelched in the mud and she spun around with her pistol in hand. An unlit match dangled from her lips while her eyes searched him as a hawk does prey. He felt like a tiny mouse under her gaze and he froze. The match hung like an unspoken promise in the light of the bright sun.
Her voice crossed the distance but it felt like a whisper against his cheek, “Why are you following me little man?”
In sudden fear, he broke off the chase and ran as fast as he could to the back entrance of the Bella’s Cage. She threw a half smile to his back before she holstered her gun and made her way to the front entrance.
The child glanced over his shoulder to see if she followed but she was gone.
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