That pissed Poe off.
It took him a minute, and then, the realization hit him.
“The horses!” he said, looking around like he was about to bolt.
Gamble reassured him.
“I saw all four, and three of them were currently getting fat in the orchard at the apple buffet.”
Why wasn’t he shocked?
Now, though, he was curious.
“Where’s the fourth one?”
He told him.
“Snow is on her way there. I set her free from the stables. She’ll be bellying up to the buffet any moment now, if not already.”
Thank God.
That was a weight off of his shoulders.
When Rufus whimpered, Poe focused on him because he needed them.
“Poor dog,” he said, gently petting him.
Gamble told him what else they were doing to the dog.
“They were dropping big rocks on him, trying to hurt him, and now, he has a broken leg. It was risky bringing him, since they could hear him if he barks, but I couldn’t leave him behind again. They were going to kill him.”
Poe stared into his eyes, and at first, Gamble really believed he was going to be upset when he said he killed them.
He was wary.
Poe wasn’t a mercenary.
He was a doctor.
“Did you make them pay for what they did to him?” he asked.
And that was the last thing he wanted to answer.
Gamble knew this was a slippery slope. Poe came across as the kind of guy who would turn the other cheek and not burn the village down in rage.
That was not Gamble.
Not.
At.
All.
“Yes. Let’s just say they won’t be hurting anything again,” he stated. “They met their maker.”
Honestly, Poe was glad.
“My poor dog,” he said, petting Rufus and letting him kiss his face.
