.." She swallowed and looked up, "Did I really see you fighting off those gunmen only seconds after they opened fire?"As I said, a lot of questions th...t were better left unanswered, but my suspicion was also confirmed. Considering she was going to be the manager of my store, she deserved to know more than anyone other than those bound to me. Vague would have to do for now. "I would like to say it wasn't me Mrs. Larson, but you know what you saw."She looked at me as if she wasn't sure if I had. "No takers again then, pal?" I asked him through the thin wooden wall. What was I doing, I thought, stood in here talking to some k** through the fucking wall? "No, and at this rate you're the only person I'll ever meet here!" As I turned the lock on the door, Ian said "wait, just talk to me for a bit, unless you have something better to do?" I didn't, and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. "what's up, mate?" I asked. Suddenly, a small circle was removed from the wall, and I could. "Please, Pete," begged Megan, realizing that Pete's power had grown far beyond the mere suggestions she had been subjected to before. She didn't know how he had gotten so powerful but having been a high-ranking member of her witch coven she knew awesome power when she saw it. "Don't make me do this. I'll change; I'll be the loving big sister you've always wanted. Please Pete, I promise I'll willingly and happily do anything you ask. Well ... anything else ... just ... you know ... not this.". Do you want me to?" Wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't," said Smith, the smith, "I'll pay."The day went by quickly. Smith shoed and John made 'improvements' to the shop. The next three days, John came early, stayed late and did his ideas to the equipment. By the Friday a week before the "Burning," Smith was gaining a reputation as the best smith in town. John had built an Ox sling for shoeing oxen, mounted the sharpening stone on a crank so the turning stone did the work and the smith did.