Black Moon Draw (Chapter Five, page 2 of 20)


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Opening a leather pouch, I gasp. A living bird is shoved into the small space. "You poor thing!" I carefully push a hand into the bag and come up under the small creature. There's not enough room for my hand to fit between it and the sides of the bag. The satchel is small and the bird the size of a softball.

Digging him out, I set him on the tray with food and watch him skeptically as he starts pecking at the bread. "You've got to be the fattest bird I've ever seen." I don't think it can fly, but maybe it can run away before the Red Knight returns.

I go through another bag and find food rations. The third satchel is filled with knives and throwing stars.

The bird chirps at me.

"I know, right? So much for being at peace," I mutter and toss that bag to the other side of the wagon. I'm not sure what I'm looking for or even what to do if I find something interesting.

The third and fourth bags are deep and filled with what look like wooden casino chips, a form of currency maybe, given the markings on them. They're kind of cool with intricate carvings so fine, I don't know how they were done by hand. I decide to keep several in case I need money for something here then close the satchel.

The bird is happily holding a conversation with itself. It's waddling around the tray and singing cheerfully. It stops to tug at a piece of cloth poking out from beneath the bench I sat on.

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