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Chapters (76)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART I
  6. ONE
  7. TWO
  8. THREE
  9. FOUR
  10. FIVE
  11. SIX
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. PART II
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. PART III
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. TWENTY-TWO
  30. TWENTY-THREE
  31. TWENTY-FOUR
  32. TWENTY-FIVE
  33. TWENTY-SIX
  34. INTERLUDE
  35. PART IV
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. INTERLUDE
  45. PART V
  46. THIRTY-FIVE
  47. THIRTY-SIX
  48. THIRTY-SEVEN
  49. THIRTY-EIGHT
  50. PART VI
  51. THIRTY-NINE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. INTERLUDE
  59. PART VII
  60. FORTY-SIX
  61. FORTY-SEVEN
  62. FORTY-EIGHT
  63. FORTY-NINE
  64. FIFTY
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. PART VIII
  68. FIFTY-THREE
  69. FIFTY-FOUR
  70. FIFTY-FIVE
  71. FIFTY-SIX
  72. EPILOGUE
  73. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  74. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  75. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  76. Newsletter Sign-up

KYLE HATED THAT HE was awake.

He didn’t so much mind the traveling, even though he had never been comfortable on a horse nor had a horse ever been comfortable having him. He also didn’t mind that they were entering the Sherwood so recently after what happened just two days earlier. Kyle tended not to mind most things. He liked that he was out of the prisons, but honestly the prisons had not been so bad. Aside from the fear they’d hang him, his cell had been a nice break from the madness of the job, which he definitely didn’t care for. When it came down to it, if Kyle had to be awake, he didn’t really care what it was he spent his time doing, since it was all equally miserable compared to being asleep.

He had slept all yesterday and could have slept a week longer and not been half done with it. They’d released him from his cell in the morning, which was supposed to be a kindness in that he’d get to watch the funeral and the hanging. Instead, Kyle went to sleep. A few times he had stirred when the noises of the crowd outside swelled, but he wasn’t interested in whatever they made their moanings about. He was told the funeral was a sight not to be missed, but he had missed it just fine and was only the better for it. They said Robin Hood had been hanged, but some said it wasn’t the real Robin Hood anyhow. They said fights broke out in the baileys, and Kyle didn’t care who was involved. They said Prince John spoke for a while and that seemed pretty neat, but still not worth waking up for.

If it had been a funeral for Captain Gisbourne, Kyle might have felt the need to go. But he hadn’t really known Sheriff de Lacy well, nor did he understand who the new Sheriff was before Robin Hood killed that one, too. But Kyle was proud of Ferrers for becoming the newest Sheriff. He thought that must be interesting, but probably dangerous, too, on account of so many of them dying lately. If they had asked Kyle to be Sheriff, he probably would have said no. So good for Ferrers.

“Morg! That’s far enough, isn’t it?” Quillen Peveril called from the horsecart. Kyle turned around slowly and grunted a response, the cask still in his arms. It wasn’t as far from the road as Kyle would have liked, but he didn’t care enough to argue. He set the little barrel down on the ground, though it hurt his back to bend over. The ground was a little soft from the rains the night before, and the weather was cold and seemed like to start snowing. One less reason to be awake at all.