The bartender eyed the brunette with a sideways grin, leaning in. “You don’t look the type for straight-up bourbon.”

The woman tilted her head, unsmiling. “Best you got.”

The edge in her eyes and voice made him straighten up fast. Nothing good came out of the bayou these days.

Casey Laine comes from a long line of talkative women. She works as Fantasy Editor at Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, and publishes an annual anthology of fiction and poetry for her writing group, Writers Assembled. In her spare time, she chases butterflies with her camera. Find her at Facebook, Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores, and Amazon