Mistborn #04 The Alloy of Law

again?” she asked as she reached the cover of the fence beside him. “You’ve got more dust on your face than Miles has scowls. Maybe it’s time for you to retire, old man.”
    “Lessie, I’m three months older than you are.”
    “Those are a long three months.” She peeked up over the fence. “Seen anyone else?”
    “I dropped a man up on the balcony,” Wax said. “I couldn’t see if it was Bloody Tan or not.”
    “It wasn’t,” she said. “He wouldn’t have tried to shoot you from so far away.”
    Wax nodded. Tan liked things personal. Up close. The psychopath lamented when he had to use a gun, and he rarely shot someone without being able to see the fear in their eyes.
    Lessie scanned the quiet town, then glanced at him, ready to move. Her eyes flickered downward for a moment. Toward his shirt pocket.
    Wax followed her gaze. A letter was peeking out of his pocket, delivered earlier that day. It was from the grand city of Elendel, and was addressed to Lord Waxillium Ladrian. A name Wax hadn’t used in years. A name that felt wrong to him now.
    He tucked the letter farther into his pocket. Lessie thought it implied more than it did. The city didn’t hold anything for him now, and House Ladrian would get along without him. He really should have burned that letter.
    Wax nodded toward the fallen man beside the wall to distract her from the letter. “Your work?”
    “He had a bow,” she said. “Stone arrowheads. Almost had you from above.”
    “Thanks.”
    She shrugged, eyes glittering in satisfaction. Those eyes now had lines at the sides of them, weathered by the Roughs’ harsh sunlight. There had been a time when she and Wax had kept a tally of who had saved the other most often. They’d both lost track years ago.
    “Cover me,” Wax said softly.
    “With what?” she asked. “Paint? Kisses? You’re already covered with dust.”
    Wax raised an eyebrow at her.
    “Sorry,” she said, grimacing. “I’ve been playing cards too much with Wayne lately.”
    He snorted and ran in a crouch to the fallen corpse and rolled it over. The man had been a cruel-faced fellow with several days of stubble on his cheeks; the bullet wound bled out his right side. I think I recognize him, Wax thought to himself as he went through the man’s pockets and came out with a drop of red glass, colored like blood.
    He hurried back to the fence.
    “Well?” Lessie asked.
    “Donal’s crew,” Wax said, holding up the drop of glass.
    “Bastards,” Lessie said. “They couldn’t just leave us to it, could they?”
    “You did shoot his son, Lessie.”
    “And you shot his brother.”
    “Mine was self-defense.”
    “Mine was too,” she said. “That kid was annoying . Besides, he survived.”
    “Missing a toe.”
    “You don’t need ten,” she said. “I have a cousin with four. She does just fine.” She raised her revolver, scanning the empty town. “Of course, she does look kind of ridiculous. Cover me.”
    “With what?”
    She just grinned and ducked out from behind the cover, scrambling across the ground toward the smithy.
    Harmony, Wax thought with a smile, I love that woman.
    He watched for more gunmen, but Lessie reached the building without any further shots being fired. Wax nodded to her, then dashed across the street toward the hotel. He ducked inside, checking the corners for foes. The taproom was empty, so he took cover beside the doorway, waving toward Lessie. She ran down to the next building on her side of the street and checked it out.
    Donal’s crew. Yes, Wax had shot his brother—the man had been robbing a railway car at the time. From what he understood, though, Donal hadn’t ever cared for his brother. No, the only thing that riled Donal was losing money, which was probably why he was here. He’d put a price on Bloody Tan’s head for stealing a shipment of his bendalloy. Donal probably hadn’t expected Wax to come hunting Tan the same day he did, but his men had standing orders to shoot Wax or Lessie if seen.
    Wax was half tempted to leave the dead town and let Donal and Tan have at it. The thought of it made his eye twitch, though. He’d promised to bring Tan in. That was that.
    Lessie waved from the inside of her building, then pointed toward the back. She was going to go out in that direction and creep along behind the next set of buildings. Wax nodded, then made a curt gesture. He’d try to hook up with Wayne and Barl, who had gone to check the other side of the