Honeymoon from Hell IV by R.L. Mathewson

Author:R.L. Mathewson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: neighbor from hell, rl mathewson, truce, rl mathewson chronicle

Chapter 6

Several hours, a twisted ankle, sprained wrist, countless number of bruises and abrasions and an incredibly sore back later…

“If he makes it through the night send someone to get me in the morning,” the pudgy man that had been passed out in the corner of the tavern when they’d arrived earlier, said with a slur as he reached for the mug of ale that he’d demanded as payment before he would give her his professional opinion.

The three shots of whiskey that she had to buy only covered dragging poor Robert up the stairs, dumping him on the ratty old mattress after making sure that he wasn’t already dead so that they wouldn’t have to waste their time or risk throwing out their backs for a corpse. Then again, that was only after she had to swear up and down that Robert wasn’t contagious, which of course she did as soon as she’d managed to stumble into town, chased off a group of boys who were ransacking through their things since the coach driver and the passengers had apparently decided to dump their belongings in the middle of the busy yard where several coaches, and at least one or two horses, had trampled their things into the mud and… other things that she really didn’t want to think about, along with word that they were carrying the plague.

After the warm welcome that they’d received, which involved threats to get the law if they didn’t keep going and a few rocks being thrown in their direction, she’d had about as much nonsense as she could take. So, once she’d rationally explained that Robert had food poisoning and that neither one of them were a danger to the town and had accidentally bloodied the lip of the constable, who’d foolishly grabbed her by the arm and tried to force her out of town, she’d grabbed their things, salvaged what she could and managed to find enough money to pay for a room for the night and booze to make up for splitting the constable’s lip and of course the town’s doctor’s fee, they’d been shown to a room, Robert had been examined by the man who smelled like he slept with the pigs and had been declared to be alive.

For the moment at least, but he didn’t hold out much hope that Robert would survive the night.

Well, that was the town drunk’s opinion and since Robert’s color was looking better, he’d stopped trembling and was now curled up on his side, lightly snoring and snuggling with a stained, lumpy pillow, probably thinking it was her and sighing with satisfaction and mumbling about her biscuits and jam, which of course led her to believe that he was going to be just fine.

She wasn’t exactly sure that she could say the same about herself…

The dress that she was wearing was ruined and the dresses that she’d packed probably were too, except the two dresses the boys had managed to run off with those along with her other pair of walking shoes, her best pair of stockings and of course her purse.

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