The roadhouse had been closed all day, but that didn't mean Jo had gotten a day off, instead she and Mom had spent the entire morning, afternoon, and evening recarving various signs and sigils and laying down salt lines. Then Ash had gotten the brilliant idea of mixing salt and holy water into paint for a more permanent effect, and guess who got to ( Read more... )

"I can't believe we're doing this," Jo said from where she was laid out on her belly, rifle propped against the side of the hill aimed at the gravestones ( Read more... )

Jo grunted as she heaved yet another shovelful of dirt out of the grave, narrowly missing Jet who stood by the side of the hole, tail wagging, paws caked with mud from 'helping' her earlier ( Read more... )