C20 Avery

“Shit,” I yelled and jabbed the iron dagger toward the waterhorse. “Get back Varaux or it’ll take you under.” Didn’t the brownie know better than to skirt death being so close to the water with this thing?

“She won’t hurt you.” He whistled again.

The Kelpie nickered but stomped its black hooves on the bank beside me. Dirt scattered from its hooves all over me.

“That’s a good girl, Lassie