Copper loved coming to Beaumonde, because it usually meant he’d have time to swing by Doheney’s to browse anything new that had come in since the last visit. Ol’ Mike was a good guy, and he generally got in a higher quality of merchandise than the local shops on the Rim.
It had been ten minutes since the bell had rung, tolling his entrance, and he wasn’t any closer to bored. It had been a while, and Mike had caught a few good, solid bargains in the time since his last visit. One that particularly caught Copper’s eye was a beautiful, three-leg nightstand, just perfect for resting a Bible on before bed.
The Reverend toted up to the counter and pulled the tag off, handing it to Mike...Read More