“Sir Knight,” Kringle said, inclining his head slightly to me, “what game amuses you this fine, stormy evening?” I started loading shells from the ammo belt into the Winchester, until the rifle was full again. Then I levered a shell into the pipe, slipped a replacement into the tube, shut the breach with a snap, and felt a wolfish smile spreading my mouth. “Tonight?” I asked. I raised my voice to address them all. “Tonight we hunt Outsiders!” The bloodthirsty screech that went up from the Wild Hunt was deafening.
