#Chapter36

“My ass is sore, Thorin. Are we almost there?” A chestnut-haired beauty pressed her hands against her back and stretched away from the pain of four straight days sitting in a wagon.

The dark-haired man beside her rolled his green eyes away from her newest complaint as it lingered in the air of the sultry Louisiana August morning. “Not much longer now, Sweet Girl.”

It finally dawned on her that the only scenery they passed so far was farmland, and she sighed as her fat red lips pouted. “Please tell me there’s some kind of proper shopping and entertainment here. I don’t want to be just sitting around talking...