Boots 7

“Who is he?” Eleanor whispered.

i don’t know, said Night.

“He looks like one of those Hell’sBats.”

Eric thinks he’s a bounty hunter.

“A bounty hunter?!”

that’s what Eric thinks

“Why’s he hunting Eric?!!”

i can’t get past the helmet to find out

“Poor Eric!” murmured Eleanor and glanced over her shoulder at the unicorn, asleep in Night’s cubby-hole. “No wonder he’s terrified!”

if you could get him to lift his visor when he comes up …..

“What?” Eleanor gave Night a startled look.

so i can get inside his mind and see what’s going on

“How’m I supposed to do that?!”

you’ll think of something ….. you always do, said Night reassuringly.

“But ….!!”

shh ….. here he comes …..

What happened next happened very fast.

The door to the roof-top flung open and a very sharp beam of searing light cut deep into the darkness and sent Night reeling back. Eleanor heard Night swear. She didn’t get the words because there were no words as such, but it was swearing, no doubt about that: a thunderous explosion of pain and anger and threat that directed a flash of lightning onto the rooftop, throwing the alleged bounty-hunter flat on his back and, as a bonus, flipping open the visor of his helmet.

now let’s see what’s going on inside that horrible little mind, growled Night, picking itself up and dusting itself down.

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Boots 7

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Stonebow, Australia

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