“You put that thing in my mouth and I’ll bite your hand off.”
Garrison frowned unapprovingly at his captain, holding in his hands the bit and bridle that Jacques was glowering at. While the padding and saddle had all gone on without a hitch, though not without extensive grumbling and moaning, the man-come-Kukuri was drawing his line at the gear that would be going over his head.
“Captain, the execution is today at noon. If we don’t get in there right now, we’re going to be permanently down a doctor.”
That thought seemed to give Jacques pause and made him reconsider. Garrison was right, but that didn’t mean he had to like the plan. It wasn’t even that good of a plan, but it was the best they had.
“Cheer up, Captain,” Neb piped up, tugging at the stolen women’s finery that draped his narrow form. Of the crew, he was the only one that could pass off as a woman. “At least you don’t have to wear the f