The Bounty Fantasy0
It took a moment to shake me out of my memories as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, strong jaw lining up to rugged facial hair marred here and there with small scars, conveniently shaped like where a woman's nail may have grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the part, dark eyes set evenly on his features, bushed eyebrows and thin lips. His shoulders were broad and squared off as he spoke again. "Did you hear me?" he said. "No, sorry my mind was elsewhere. What were...