Wednesday, February 11
Nug's Farm: Part 2 – Gresty’s Arrival
The dogs barked once or twice and moved to the door, looking at Hillary. She opened it and followed them out.
A man approached a few hundred yards off. On the hill behind him were six other goat-like hybrids, but they stood still. The goat-men had hoof-like feet, thick hair over their lower limbs, reversed joins, and elongated skulls with recessant horns. All of them had tufted bears and brows.
“Son of a…it’s Gresty!” Kham followed Hillary out.
Gresty was amazed to see him. “Hello, Kham,” he said in a stilted fashion. Gresty looked at him suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, you know, just wandering around.” Kham shoved his hands in his overcoat pockets. “I escaped the Hulks, jumped through a portal, ended up in Canceri, got arrested again, escaped again…you know, the usual.”
If Gresty seemed unsure as to what Kham was talking about, he hid it well. Gresty turned to greet Hillary warmly. “Hello, Hillary. It’s good to see you. Atkinson has told me that bad blood exists. But it should not concern you and I: we can inherit Atkinson’s power together.” [MORE]
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