Broommates: Two Witches are Better Than One! (Kentucky Witches Book 2) by Patrick-Howard Rebecca

Author:Patrick-Howard, Rebecca [Patrick-Howard, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Mistletoe Press
Published: 2016-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Bridle, Bryar Rose, Liza Jane, and Colt walked into the crowded, stuffy room together. They were a wall of solidarity which, to Liza’s mind, was just as good as any magic she could conjure up on her own–and probably stronger.

“I really, really don’t want to be here,” Bryar muttered.

“Neither do I,” Liza whispered back.

“Don’t worry about these jackasses,” Bridle said, bringing her head close to theirs. “The old guard might be a little rigid, but it’s because they know they’re being slowly replaced. That’s what really has them tied up in knots.”

Liza’d never seen so many people at a town meeting, especially one for a community-wide event. There had to have been at least one-hundred folks crammed into the meeting room at the armory, though. Maybe more.

This was no sudden surge in town spirit. They’d come to watch the show.

“They don’t do lynchings anymore do they?” Bryar whispered.

“Nah,” Colt replied. “Not public ones.”

No, Liza Jane thought, they’d save that for Topix–that dreadful website where people hid behind anonymous screen names and crucified their neighbors without fear of reprimand or reproach.

Colt led the women to the only remaining seats left in the room. When he gestured for Liza and Bryar Rose to sit in the two plastic chairs, Liza declined. “You and Bridle take them,” she said. “We’ll stand here behind you.”

“Yeah,” Bryar quipped. “This way we can duck down behind you and hide if we need to.”

“You sure?” Bridle asked in concern.

Liza nodded.

“They think I’ve done this,” Bryar hissed. “They’ve called this meeting to talk about me. I know it, I can feel it. They think I am making people sick.”

“Well I don’t,” Liza reminded her quietly. “And Colt doesn’t. And Bridle doesn’t. That’s why they’re here with us.”

“Yeah,” Bryar said with relief. “I’m glad for their support.”

When Twila walked to the front of the room, the crowd (now standing room only) quieted themselves.

“Old Hosen up there is lookin’ a little peaked,” Colt whispered, angling his body so that he could face Liza and Bryar.

It was true that her doughy, lined face was paler than usual. Her normally starched hair was falling a little limply onto her shoulders as well. She had big circles under her eyes. Liza could almost feel the nervousness dripping from her as she began to talk.

“I want to thank everyone for coming out today,” she began in a strong, confident voice that was a stark contrast to her shaking hands and pale face. “I know we’re all very busy and the other co-chairs and I appreciate you for taking time out of your schedule to be with us this evening.”

Someone near Liza murmured something about getting their garden set out and this being the first pretty day they’d had in awhile. If Twila heard them, however, she ignored them.

“As you know, we strive each and every year to put on a Mushroom Festival that is entertaining for all ages and truly showcases all the positive attributes our county has to offer,” she read from notecards that shook in her hands.

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