Blackfoot Forest like a record baby

Cool, one of these types. Draper was less than pleased, but he put on his best don't-kill-me-I'm-harmless face. He grasped at straws, trying to think of a clever reason she should let him go. Since Charles was still fresh on his mind, he decided to play that card.

Because I have all of Firefly Glen to protect me, he bluffed.

My good friend Charles lives there, and he would be very upset if something happened to me.

More bluffing, but Draper felt confident in what he was saying. And the best lies were those sprinkled with truth. He knew Charles existed. He knew Charles was part coyote. He knew that Charles was friendly enough with him.

What he didn't know is that this was Charles's mother.