Joining the Ride By Jack Holder They always got boys. Harsk took another drink.  The tavern was home to him and his Riders, as much as anywhere was.  There were barely enough lamps to bathe the taproom in a pale glow.  The chairs were scattered around, two or three leaning against a wall to hide a missing leg. He breathed deep.  There was a lot to be said about the truth of a scent.  Sights […]