[Complete] When young Boone Rigger is pulled into the most fierce Gunslinger Tournament in the country, he must find the courage to kill, or be buried six feet underground.
The Iron Alchemist: Slinger Wars Book 1
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The estates in Sundown City were more glamorous than she had imagined. Fountains of horses and birds that held glistening pools while sparkling streams shot into the air. There were hedged trees and gardens, and the smell of nectar and roses that filled the air. Birds sang and bees hummed yet the young girl stood in the courtyard unamused. Her thoughts on the incident of the train.
"Lyolis, My Love," Zoar called to her from behind a hedge.
"Here," she said, from a chair beaneth a wooden structure with a rounded top; there to shield away the sun.
He swooped around the trees dressed in a bright buckhide tunic and trousers, pinned with bear patches and beads that matched those in his braided hair.
He waved as approached, "What are you doing out here? We have a lunch with the Mayor before his event tonight…"
"It's all too much." Lyolis said, watching a red feather bird glide to fountain and drink from the pool. "The butlers. The maids. The Estate. Life in Totem is much simpler."
Zoar kept to his feet, leaning against one of the beams holding up the gazebo. "I feel the same way...Life is too simple for those on top, and too difficult for those at the bottom." He sighed. "I wish to leave as quickly as you my love."
She turned towards two large men standing by the gardens towards the south. Their gaze could kill a man while they stood like trees, unmovable. Their skin was a dark olive and eyes a deep black, wearing thick buckhides that hid hardly any flesh.
"And what's worse, Droom and Brugar have been tasked to watch over me...I feel like a prisoner."
"It's for your protection."
She lowered her head, resting her chin in her palms. "Protection from what? The Yurks were likely raiding the train…" She slid her hand across her buckhide gown; rough and smooth to the touch. "I was told they do often."
"Goods trains, yes...Trains carrying people of high stature, no." Zoar watched her with intrigue. "You are smart enough to know better…they were after somebody or something."
"And you can't believe it was us, can you."
Zoar shrugged, "I do not know anymore. I do not know who to trust...Ever since we've lost our Brusk'Kab I have felt uneasy." He paced in front of her. "And ever since then I've feared for your safety...We are our here in unknown territory while are enemies stand outside our village waiting to strike." He sighed. "My father and brothers are strong but cannot protect Totem on their own; they need your father to lead his people."
