Book Five: Chapter 104

“You seem to think you know Leeds pretty well.”

Bigfoot sighed, then sucked down the contents of the can in just a few seconds. He smashed it into a thin disc and set it down on the roof, then opened another. “I do. Wish I didn’t.”

Abella waited for him to continue. Bigfoot slammed two more beers and then finally slowed his pace on the fourth.

“He and I were friends,” he finally told her, his glistening eyes on the forest. “At least, I thought we were.”

“How could you be friends with someone like that?”

He grimaced. “When we first met, we fought something fierce. I thought something evil had invaded the forests, that was kind of my thing for a few centuries. I had a much larger range then, and heard rumors of some bat-winged bastard causing trouble for the new locals. Didn’t care much for them, but the tribes in the area were seeing it, too.”

“So what happened?” she asked.

“Loneliness. Over the decades, my forests were chopped down, my tribe