Devon Monk - Tin Swift

For my family

So many people have given their time and talent to make this book a reality. I want to thank my wonderful agent, Miriam Kriss, for your support and enthusiasm. Thank you to my extraordinary editor, Anne Sowards, for your keen insight and amazing ability to say just the right thing at just the right time. My unflagging gratitude goes out to the fabulous artist Cliff Nielsen for bringing Cedar to life and giving the Swift her chance to shine. Big thanks also to editorial assistant Katherine Sherbo and publicists Rosanne Romanello and Brady McReynolds. To the many people within Penguin who have gone above and beyond to make this book beautiful and strong, I just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.

While this book was a lot of fun to write, it also took some elbow grease to pull it all together. I want to give a very special thank-you to my brother and brainstorming partner, Dean Woods, for checking in on me every week no matter what, and always asking to read more. I honestly dont know how I would have gotten through the first draft sane without you. Youre my hero.

As always, my love and gratitude to Dejsha Knight for your thoughtfulness and support, and for saying this one (so far) is your favorite. Also, a big thank-you to my wonderful family and friends for all your encouragement and help along the way. I couldnt do this without you. To my husband, Russ, and sons, Kameron and Konner: you guys are the best. Thank you for helping me make my dreams come true and for letting me be a part of your life. I love you.

Last, but not nearly least, I want to thank you, dear readers, for giving me the chance to share this world and these people with you once again.

TIN SWIFT

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

About the Author

Cedar Hunt stared down at his blood-covered hands. Glossy and dark, fresh and plentiful, the blood dripped between his fingers, slicking his arms and snicking to the dirt between his boots. More than just covering his hands, the blood tasted sweet and thick on his tongue and coated his throat as he swallowed.

Not the blood of a beast, the blood of a man.

Thats enough now, Mr. Hunt, a womans voice said, steady and low.

He looked up. Realized he stood beneath a sparse forest canopy, evening light dabbing gold across branches and leaves.

Dabbing gold across Rose Small too. She had on her bonnet, the tips of her hair swinging just above her shoulders to catch that dusky sunlight and wear it in shades of amber. Though shadows lay low over her face, her blue eyes shone through like a sun-filled sky. But her mouth, so often curved in a smile, was tucked down in a tight frown.

She motioned with the shotgun held low at her hip. She didnt have her long-shot goggles on. Didnt have to. Cedar was only a few paces in front of her.

Id sure prefer it if I didnt have to shoot you tonight, Mr. Hunt, but by God and glim I will.

Rose? Cedar whispered.

Why was the girl pointing that gun at him? Theyd been traveling together more than a full month across Oregon and were just into Idaho, he, Rose Small, the widow witch Mae Lindson, his cursed brother, Wil, and the three Madder brothers. He hadnt once come to his senses with any of them standing at arms against him. Not even when the moon had taken him full into his curse.

Glad youve a mind for talking, Mr. Hunt, Rose said. Even better your ears are working. She lifted the gun. But Ill still plug you if you dont step away from that man and head back into the wagon.

Hed known what he had done the moment hed seen blood on his hands, tasted it on his lips. Hed killed a man. In daylight.

And hed done it as a man, not a beast, with no thrall of the moon to blame his actions upon.

He looked down. The dead man wasnt very large nor very young. He had the look and the smell of someone who spent most his days riding and hunting bounties on mens heads and most his nights gambling away the noose money.

Who? he rasped.

Id ask his name, Rose said, but dont think hell say. He broke into our camp and tried to kill a few of us, Mae included. You Her voice faded off. Then she sort of huffed a chuckle. Never saw a thing like it. And Ive seen things. Strange things.

Mae. Of course. Hed never stand idle if she was in danger. But to lose his mind to this kind of rage was not at all like him.

Did I change? Cedar couldnt remember the wolf coming upon him. Couldnt remember sliding down that slick, hot stroke of pleasure to stretch into the fur and claws of the beast that the Pawnee gods had cursed him to wear on the three days of full moon.

Reason left him when the beast was in control and his thoughts reduced to hunger, hunt, and killing the Strange. He searched his memory for how the dead man had come to be broken, his blood pouring down Cedars throat.

Nothing came clear.

You didnt change, Rose said. Not in skin anyway. But Im not sure how much of a mans mind you were in possession of. Didnt use a gun to kill him, Mr. Hunt. You used your bare hands. Broke him once and just kept right on breaking him.

She paused to let that soak in good.

So, she said brightly, now you need to be moving on. We want you locked up in the wagon for safekeeping. Yours and ours.

Cedar took one last look at the man. Someone should search his body. See if he carried a reason to be following us. He was following us, wasnt he?

The Madders said maybe for a week or so. Theyre off seeing if he had company. Rose started walking, her boots crunching through the dry autumn underbrush.

Cedar started walking too, staying well ahead of her trigger finger.

Dont know as to why he thought killing us was worth the effort, she said. We dont have much to steal. We arent causing any trouble.

Then she grinned. You dont suppose weve gotten famous, do you? Maybe someone heard how we took apart Shard LeFel and his matics? Wrote us up in a newspaper somewhere?

Folk are rarely hunted for their good deeds, Cedar said. I dont think were famous.

Sure, he had mistakes in his past that might put a price on his head. But Rose had never been outside of the little town of Hallelujah, Oregon, until now. Mae Lindson might be a witch, but she wasnt the sort of person to go about causing harm.

The Madder brothers were a mystery when it came to their moral standings and past deeds. They liked to spin tales fantastical of things theyd done, places theyd been, but none of those yarns pointed clearly to shady doings.

Could be nothing to do with us, he finally said. He rubbed his thumb over his lips, wiping away the blood there, and resisted the urge to lick it off his fingers.

Core-deep inside him, the beast shifted, letting him know it was still hungry. If there was no Strange blood to spill, it seemed just as happy with the blood of a man.

He straightened his shoulders against the chill of dread that slipped down his spine.