Free the North! (Free Trader Series Book 5) (15 page)

She’d had enough. Executed? She thought not. With all the power she could manage, she twisted at her waist and leaned into a swing that took the man’s head clean off. The other continued to scream, holding the stump of his hand. The official panicked and tried to run. He was overweight and when he stood, Braden simply shoved him back into his chair.

The man threatened them, called them names, and then pleaded with them to let him go.

Micah had enough of the screaming man and punched the side of his head with the hilt of her sword. She hit him harder than she intended, but she was still fired up from the swordplay. The man was thrown heavily to the floor, his skull caved in.

G-War sat on the counter the whole time, watching almost disinterestedly. Braden nodded to him, wondering if they could expect any more visitors. The ‘cat shook his head.

“We’re going to have a little conversation. If I think you’re lying to me, I’m going to cut off your fingers, one by one, until you tell me the truth,” Braden lied. He had no intention of torturing the man, but he was susceptible to suggestion. The official nodded eagerly, hoping that this was his way to survive the strangers. Four of his men were dead in the office and the strangers hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“How many more men do you have here, and when can we expect them?” Braden asked. The man hesitated, but he was a Provincial Government official and as such, it should have been the honor of those who serve to die for him. He gave them up.

“There are six more. Four who just came off security duty last night and then the two security officials who patrol during the day. Those two should be stopping by any time now, but they aren’t like these men. They’re mean and you’d be well advised to leave before they get here!”

With the back of his hand, Braden slapped the man across the face. “That’s enough of that kind of talk. What does the Provincial Government do besides steal from the people?”

“How do you not know about the Provincial Government? We’ve told everyone what we do and how it benefits them. The people are solidly behind us!” the fat man claimed.

“I’ll answer your questions because I’m a nice guy, and then you’ll answer mine, because maybe I’m not as nice as all that. I’m from here, but I’ve been gone for some time. But now I’m back and I really don’t like what I see. It’s my way to not let the people suffer under those who hold power over them. Now tell me about the government.” Braden prodded the man with a slight push.

  “The Provincial Government was founded in Jefferson City. Governor Anderle has shared his benevolence with the rest of the known world!” Braden rolled his eyes and slammed the man’s hand onto the desk while he hovered his sword over it. The official started begging for his life again.

“Stop it! Stop your sniveling and answer my question. How many are in each town from the Provincial Government and where are they?” Braden wanted to see the full spectrum of what he was up against.

“I don’t know the full numbers!” the fat man stammered. “Something like forty or fifty in Cameron and then maybe one hundred or more in Jefferson City, but the people are behind the Provincial Government the whole way. You’ll have to fight all of them, too!” the man blurted, jutting his chin out in a moment of defiance. When Braden tipped his sword point toward the man, he quickly turned into a blubbering mess.

“G?” Braden asked, knowing that the man couldn’t hide the truth from the ‘cat.

‘The numbers are as close as he knows them. That’s the truth, but the people are not behind the government. Without the strongmen, they’d have no authority. No one carries weapons here except these provincial types. So, if you see someone with a weapon, you’ll have to kill them,’
the ‘cat told them.

“So, no one gets to carry weapons except for the Provincial Government? I think that’s the first thing we’re going to change. We’ll wait here until your boys show up. We’ll take care of them, and then we’ll deliver you to the hands of the people who you say support you. We’ll turn Whitehorse back over to the traders and then we’ll go to Cameron and do the same thing. See, you’ve done the worst thing you could possibly do to me. You’ve interfered with free trade and that’s something I cannot allow. I’ve spent my whole life as a Free Trader and I’m not about to change now,” Braden snarled. As he finished he was inches from the other man, his spittle flying into the official’s face.

He tried to cower, but Braden gave him no room.

“Looks like he was telling the truth. We’re about to have company and they’re carrying swords. Wait. They’re stopping out front,” Zeller said without taking her eyes from the two men in the street.

“If they aren’t going to come in, then let’s go out and introduce ourselves,” Micah stated as she strode carefully through the blood on her way to the door. Braden dragged the official by his ear, following Micah as she headed for the door. She nodded once to Zeller to follow them.

Micah opened the door and walked out, sword in hand, still dripping the blood of the security men. Zeller fanned out to the side so the two women could face off against the men, who looked confused. Their eyes keyed in on the doorway as the government official was bodily hauled out and pushed to the ground behind the two women, illegally armed with swords.

“Kill them!” the official shouted. Braden wrapped an arm around the man’s neck, kneeled on his back, and pulled with all the strength in his body. The fat man’s neck crushed beneath Braden’s muscled forearm before Braden let him go. The man gasped for air and choked until he fell lifeless to the ground.

“Never. Interfere. With. Trade,” Braden said deliberately. G-War looked at the group as each person postured.

‘You’re going to have to kill them,
’ the ‘cat told them all over the mindlink.

“That’s the plan,” Micah said out loud as she assumed her fighting stance. Zeller mirrored it as they each moved toward their enemy.

The men pulled their swords, trying to stay together to cover each other’s back as they retreated a few steps. The women spread to the sides and approached the men from opposite directions. But these two women looked like warriors, not farmers or craftsmen. The men were confused.

The first clang of steel on steel drove the men to action. They were the authority in Whitehorse. Those who disputed that had to die. They blocked the first attacks and counter-attacked. Micah and Zeller easily handled the men’s attacks as they had more room to maneuver. Footwork, along with eye-hand coordination was emphasized heavily in their training. They didn’t fight with a fancy technique. They fought to win. And the men soon realized that.

A nick on the arm here, a slash across the chest there, and soon the men were panting and gasping for air.

“It won’t be long now, gentlemen,” Braden said softly to himself. He marveled at how his partner fought while also being afraid at how efficient she was at killing. He wished she didn’t have to. He wished he didn’t have to watch. But he’d made that choice for them when he learned that free trade had been outlawed in the north. All he wanted was fifty water buffalo, but it sounded like they were going to Jefferson City to clear out the nest of Crawlers.

Micah simply wore the man down. He’d matched her for a brief time and then she pounded his sword out of his hand before slicing him nearly in half. A crowd of people had gathered and watched as the three strangers removed the Provincial Government’s people from their town. Some were angry, some were relieved.

Micah could have stabbed the other man in the back, but she let Zeller fight her own fight. There was still honor to fight for, and Micah needed Zeller to be confident in her role as a warrior.

Zeller accidentally crossed her feet and the man pressed his advantage, forcing her to stumble, but she wasn’t as off-balance as she appeared. He was tired and wanted to end the fight. He over-extended his reach. Zeller side-stepped and slashed his arms. The man dropped his sword as she delivered a short stab into his throat. He couldn’t raise his arms to slow the bleeding from the gash. The man fell to his knees as his eyes glazed over, and he collapsed to the ground.

The final four security men forced their way through the crowd and looked aghast at their dead fellows. They were partially dressed as they’d been roused from their sleep by some citizen sycophant. They had brought their swords, but weren’t ready for what they saw.

Braden put his shortsword away and drew his bow. The men stood dumbfounded. He killed two of them before they realized they were under attack. One rushed forward, out of control, while the last man turned and fled. G-War bolted from the doorway like an orange arrow. He raced through the crowd after the man while Skirill took wing, diving sharply in front of the man, trying to buy G-War a little more time.

The Hawkoid raised his claws toward the man’s face as he finished his dive and furiously beat his wings. The frightened man stopped and waved his sword in front of him, while Skirill pulled up short, well out of reach as the Hillcat jumped into the man’s head from behind, wrapping his front paws around the man’s neck and pulling in opposite directions, claws tearing through the soft tissue of the human throat as he jumped to the side, away from the sword’s blade. It took an instant for the man to realize that he only had a few more heartbeats to live. He gurgled the last of his life’s juices.

Skirill beat his wings hard to gain altitude and fly to the high tree where his mate perched.

G-War strolled back toward the gathering in front of the Provincial Government’s office. A loud meow from a dark corner to the side drew his attention.
‘Well, hello, my pretty!’
G-War cooed.
‘What brings you here…’

“We need to get out of here before, you know, G-War…” Micah whispered to Braden. She stooped to clean her sword on the dead man’s clothing. Zeller did the same, mirroring Micah’s movements, because she’d never killed anyone before. She had a scared look in her eye. Braden felt sorry for her, but hoped that they could talk before any other enemies appeared. He and Micah, unfortunately, were too used to death. He put his hand on Zeller’s shoulder, trying to comfort her, but she jumped at his touch. He hung his head in shame. Just like Bronwyn. He’d introduced another good soul to the dark side of humanity.

But he had something to say to the people first before they could lament the past. He stepped to the small platform before the doorway and faced the crowd. He saw every expression, from open hostility to warm acceptance.

“Hear me, good people of Whitehorse!” he shouted in his best Free Trader voice. “The Provincial Government will soon fall. There is no worse crime against the  people of Vii than to stop free trade. Without trade, everything stops and people become dependent on their masters, those who have stolen what should be rightfully traded. This Provincial Government has taken your right to self-determination. They don’t execute the three laws of trade: negotiate, agree, and deliver. Without that, all you have is theft. You’re free now. Our next stop is Cameron and after that, Jefferson City. A world without trade is a world that collapses upon itself.” Braden looked at the crowd as expressions softened. They’d been looking for a champion, but there wasn’t one remaining in the town. Maybe there had been at one point, but the government probably purged anyone who capable of opposing them.

“Go back to the way things used to be. Traders to the Market Square! Trade among yourselves and be free. I am Free Trader Braden and know this! It is my mission in life to free the north!” The surge of G-War’s emotions threatened to knock Braden from his feet. Micah doubled over,  and Zeller rushed to her side.

Braden recovered quickly. The sound of a horse’s hooves pounding their way out of the village came to him. He nodded and Skirill and Zyena took to the sky, quickly overcoming the rider who whipped the horse into a frenzy as it ran the road north, toward Cameron. The rider crouched low over the horse’s mane as the beast ran, eyes wide in fright at the frantic pace its rider demanded of it.

‘C’mon back, Ess, Zee. They’ll know we’re coming, and it won’t change a thing,’
Braden said angrily. He looked from face to face, seeing a friendly smile from the large blacksmith. Braden was instantly happy. He wrapped his bow back over his shoulder and greeted the man, shaking his hand heartily.

“Thank you for getting rid of this scum. I remember you, Braden. It seems like you might remember me, too.” The man smiled broadly, infectiously. Other townspeople crowded around them, slapping Braden on the shoulder.

“You repaired the cart and your partner made the casks by which we were able to cross the Great Desert,” Braden said, bowing to the blacksmith. The big man beamed with pride.

“Cross the Great Desert? But that’s not possible..” The man looked in awe.

“Let me introduce, Micah, my partner. She’s from the south.” Micah’s hand disappeared into the blacksmith’s massive paw. “And this is Zeller, a Free Trader, also from the south.”

The blacksmith held her hand as the two stared at each other. Braden grew uncomfortable and coughed loudly. “I think we need to get going. We don’t want to give them too much time to prepare for our arrival.” Micah grabbed the back of Zeller’s shirt and pulled her after them.

“When will you come back this way? I have a present for you!” the blacksmith called after them. Braden didn’t know if the present was for him or Zeller.

“We’ll be back soon, have no doubt,” Braden called over his shoulder, laughing as they worked their way out of town.

‘Get ready to go, you guys,’
Braden passed over the mindlink.
‘We’re in a race with a person on a galloping horse. They’ve got a lead, but they can’t run all the way to Cameron. Skirill, Zyena, maybe you two can keep an eye on them for us?’
Braden had changed his mind about letting the government security know they were coming.

Skirill and Zyena flew north. They followed the road and soon were well above the individual on the horse. Once the companions were out of town, they broke into a run. For all Braden’s bravado, he didn’t want the Provincial Government in Cameron to know they were coming. The fight would be much less intense if they had the element of surprise on their side.