11 Chapter 11: One Question (2/2)

”You'll kill me.”

”Yup!”

Salem let out a laugh.

The horse neighed. The wind wandered. The birds sang.

I said, ”Your turn. Why do you do this job? Do you really hate witches that much?”

He shook his head and let out a deep breath. He stared ahead. Not at the road. At something else. A memory. A thought. Something in his heart.

He said, ”Because I need the money.”

”There's other ways to make money. Ways that won't get you killed.”

”Witch hunting is the fastest way to make a lot money.”

”Why are you in such a hurry?”

He smiled slightly. It was a sad smile.

”Now, now...we agreed on one question.”

But I already knew what the answer was. Kind of. His expression was enough. His heart was easy to read.

Which wasn't a bad thing, I suppose.

But I'll get more answers out of him later. There's more than one way to get information out of a man.

I went back to my bed of corn.

Usually I'd never wake up this early in the morning, but Salem insisted that we begin traveling at first light.

Seeing the peace of the early morning was nice. But only once in a while. Sleep was better. Sleep was the best. I craved it.

I fell asleep and a few hours later when I woke up, I found another challenge.