Quietly, barely audible above the man’s screaming that bludgeoned her skull, a voice in her mind calmly concluded that if she survived this, she wanted to cut off her damn hair. Then she reached for the pouch of salt at her hip, tied next to her holster. She seized a fistful and flung it in his eyes. He released her hair, screaming anew as he pawed at his face. Salt worked against all monsters, it seemed.
HA
