Chapter 19

Actually, Stella was the only reason he’d downgraded “impossible” down to “nearly” at all.

He’d dug the bullet out of his shoulder, then he’d given it to her as a present. She had it still, as far as he knew. He’d meant it as a joke, but she’d liked it.

Now, outside the Saloon, the horse was waiting for her owner. Libs was surprised to see that several of the local brats were hanging around her, climbing on her saddle and patting her synthetic hide. She didn’t seem bothered by it, and was talking to a little girl standing next to her head.

Libs approached, and all at once, the children were hiding behind the horse.

“Is the Ranger in there?” he asked, addressing the horse.

“Don’t talk to him!” one of the older boys warned the horse.

“Why not?” The horse flicked her tail and turned one large eye on the speaker.

“He’s a vampire!” piped up one of the younger ones from her hiding place. “My daddy said that you can’t trust vampires. They aren’t human.”