the smuggler’s bible


Some idiot finds it in the forest and immediately knows it’s something special—one of God’s own rough drafts.

“Do they all look like that?”

“There’s only one.”

“Goddamn it’s loud.”

“Sure is,” Pellinore says. “So, buddy, can I have the horse or not

“Come on. Are you serious?”

Pellinore mounts up and gets situated. “Look, this is kind of my job. If you’re still mad about it in a month, look me up.”

He leaves in a hurry. With some luck, this could all be over today. Otherwise it’s another year down the tubes, and Christmas on the hunt.