Finn Finnegan

Finn Finnegan — page 9
up his shirt and gave his face a swipe Reaching with one hand for the pack he tried to smooth his hair with the other hand Close the gate behind ye Gideon ordered and headed toward the house Finn jogged back his pack swinging from one shoulder He followed the Knight inside swallowing So far so good At least he didn’t tell me to come back tomorrow Leave yer bag for now Gideon gestured toward a wooden crate next to the door The box contained a pair of mud-caked work boots several dirty rags and a tin pail A row of coat hooks above it held a canvas hunting jacket As Finn dropped his pack Gideon closed the door behind him Join me in the kitchen We’ll speak over an early lunch Finn looked around as he trailed the Knight across the main room the last touch of the late morning sun skimming through a wide pair of windows He eyed furniture cluttering the small room A stone fireplace took up most of one wall His face lit up at the the shabby