<Keep it moving, Kate,> a voice says, calm and friendly in that woman’s head - and only hers. No need to freak out any of her men and the town’s going to be in an uproar enough without worrying about telepathy. But Rachel sounds calm, collected, and a little smug when she adds, <I’ve got this.>
One lawman from the apothecary carrying one little handgun. There was minimal movement before she’d morphed, when she’d still had decent eyesight. For a town this size, Rachel doesn’t imagine she’ll be looking at any more than five, six human men, all carrying small handguns, no more than six bullets each.
It’s laughable, really. But if she’s going to get attention, Rachel’s pretty sure she picked a good morph.
Texans have seen bears before. But unless they’ve been wandering around north and west lately, they’ve never seen a bear the likes of a fully grown male grizzly, lumbering down Main Street.
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One lawman from the apothecary carrying one little handgun. There was minimal movement before she’d morphed, when she’d still had decent eyesight. For a town this size, Rachel doesn’t imagine she’ll be looking at any more than five, six human men, all carrying small handguns, no more than six bullets each.
It’s laughable, really. But if she’s going to get attention, Rachel’s pretty sure she picked a good morph.
Texans have seen bears before. But unless they’ve been wandering around north and west lately, they’ve never seen a bear the likes of a fully grown male grizzly, lumbering down Main Street.