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Top-notch witch taker Sebastian “Bass” Wright is a lawman with a keen sense of justice. Outlaws shudder in fear when they hear his name. Bass is very dedicated to his job which leaves no time for relationships. When a series of murders take place in Fort Creek, Texas, Bass is sent to investigate and capture the killer. During his first day in town, he meets the brothel owner who sparks more than his suspicion.
Love has never been Ryota Ostrel’s goal. He lives by a set of rules that help him balance his personal and professional life and sidestep romance. As a bordello owner, Ryota will use his powers to stop anyone from finding out who and what he is. He is taken by surprise when a handsome witch taker walks into his brothel. Ryota is thrown off balance and is captivated by Bass Wright’s powerful aura, but feels the witch taker is hiding secrets behind his charming smile.
With murder cases and mistrust swirling between them, neither man can fight their mutual attraction. Bass and Ryota concoct plans to get the information they need from one another. They soon find out there’s more to the case than meets the eye.
Bass and Ryota’s passion burns instantly, making them question their morals and rules.
This is a work of fiction and is not historically factual.
1886- Baltimore Maryland
Sebastian, also known as Bass to those close to him, took off his hat when he walked into the Chief Witch Taker’s office and was greeted by the clerk, Warner Samuels.
Witch takers were comprised of range witches from various backgrounds and magic. The primary focus of a witch taker was to ensure the law was enforced by a federal judge or a magical university; to hunt down and capture the lawbreaker, no matter if they were magical or not. As long as the lawbreaker’s name was written on the warrant, it was the witch taker’s duty to carry out the order.
“Hello, Bass, I’ve been expecting you.” Warner smiled.
“Yeah, I got the message the chief wanted to see me.”
“That’s correct. We heard you got back in town last night and sent the message over to your hotel early this morning,” Warner explained.
“So, is he in?” Bass pointed to the closed door of the chief’s office.
“No.” Warner shook his head. “The chief had a meeting with Judge Wright this morning.” Warner pulled out his pocket watch, glancing at the time. “I’m guessing he’ll be back in about thirty minutes, so if there’s anything you need to do you should go and take care of it then come on back.”
“It’s all right,” Bass answered. “I have nothing planned for the day, so I’ll sit and wait.”
He’d just gotten back from seeing his friend Andrew Drummond from back east who made and supplied Bass with a few new magical bullets, free of cost. Not only that, they’d also enjoyed a couple of pleasurable nights together. Even though Bass was always on the road, it was rare that he took some personal time for himself.
Bass would have made it back home two days ago, but the McSween gang waylaid his trip home. They had been evading the law for the last three years. They each had a five-thousand-dollar bounty on their heads that seemed to grow with each year they went uncaught. The McSween brothers, along with other outlaws, used the vast lands of the Indian territories to hide their illegal activities.
Although the McSween brothers were petty outlaws robbing banks and the like, once they partnered up with the Geras dust devil packs their reputation changed to hardened criminals. Dust devils were weather witches with a bad reputation for causing trouble like robbing stagecoaches, trains, cattle rustling, and even murder.
However, there were notorious outlaws like his uncle Yas or the leader of the Geras pack, Eliki, who ran a bunch of hardened criminals. They cared only for the thrill of the crime and gave no thought for the lives of others.
In his line of work, Bass had yet to meet an outlaw who cared about the lives of others.
It wasn’t Bass’s job to collect the bounty on the McSween gang; it was only a coincidence. The McSweens were a bunch of bumbling idiots, and it showed once the brothers had been kicked out of the Geras pack. Bass gritted his teeth thinking of Eliki.
Not only was he on the most wanted list, but he was also on Bass’s personal one for killing a close friend. Bass would have caught Eliki a long time ago. However, no one knew what the man looked like. Not even the McSween brothers.
Dust devils were quite mysterious. Other than members of the pack, outsiders couldn’t pick out a dust devil if their life depended on it. The only way to recognize a dust devil was from their red eyes in a storm or one of their own making.
“You’re welcome to wait in the chief’s office,” Warner said, making Bass realize he was still standing in front of the man’s desk looking a bit out of place.
Bass nodded and hurried into the chief’s office, hiding his embarrassment. He closed the door and instead of sitting down, he walked into the office looking at the photographs and awards his father, Chief Witch Taker Isaac Wright, had received over his many years of service.
Bass was a deputy witch taker appointed to the position at the very young age of twenty-one by Isaac. Not every witch taker worked under the same authorization as Bass. Witch takers were also affiliated with magical universities, like his friends and fraternity brothers, who hunted down rogue witches or worked with other law enforcement agencies, such as the Pinkertons.
Like his father, Bass had a few meritorious awards, but he didn’t have an office or home to hang and showcase them. He wasn’t like most of the other witch takers, Bass did not like staying in one place for a long time.
It made him feel trapped.
Just as the lawbreakers ran from the law, he was the kind of man who ran from sitting behind a desk.
The farther he had to go, the better.
Living on the open road and tracking down criminals was the life for him. Bass took pride in his job and was known in the five tribal territories of Baltimore as an honorable and justifiable man. However honorable he was, Bass didn’t mind causing some trouble occasionally. He figured if it stayed within the lines of the law, his actions were justifiable.
According to his mother, the reason he couldn’t stay still was because he was of mixed blood. A dust devil and a range witch. Bass’s mother was a dust devil who had fallen in love with a range witch, the same man who had arrested her older brother for his criminal deeds.
In Bass and Isaac’s opinion, Anna Wright was the most beautiful woman that walked the earth. She was poised and elegant, with long dark flowing hair, light brown skin, and green eyes that sparkled when she smiled. His father was a handsome, tall, and refined range witch, with longish curly blond hair that was quite unmanageable and often hid brown eyes that never seemed to miss anything. Isaac was a man who lived up to the Wright name and was quite knowledgeable in the law and all forms of earthly magic.
His parents got married and settled in Isaac’s hometown of Baltimore, where Bass was born and somewhat raised. Bass came from a long line of range witches with extraordinary abilities and like-mindedness for the law.
At the age of five, instead of starting school like the other children his age, Bass would accompany his father and help track down wanted lawbreakers. It was exciting to him and fostered his love of the law. Witnessing his father’s strength, grown men cowered in fear and ran for their lives when they saw or heard the name Isaac Wright.
Since he’d helped capture a few lawbreakers at that age, the older witch takers dubbed Bass the youngest to join the agency and unofficially gave him a badge that he still wore to this day. Even though he gained a lot of experience from his father and other witch takers, Bass learned much more—such as tracking down criminals—from living among the five Indian tribes.
Bass easily grasped their native tongue, as well as understood and respected their culture. Many believed that because he could learn and grasp things quickly, it was one of his special abilities. Bass, on the other hand, thought it was nonsense. He simply enjoyed learning about the world.
During the times he couldn’t go with his father, Bass spent time with his grandfather Hastiin, the leader of the South Dakota dust devil pack. In the beginning, the time he spent with his grandfather was wonderful, until he got into fights defending Anna’s honor. They labeled his mother a traitor to her pack for marrying the lawman who arrested her older brother who was named as the next leader.
Bass never grew tired of defending his mother, but with time, he became disappointed in Hastiin for never speaking up or defended her. His uncle Yas and his gang had done more than simply rob stagecoaches and steal cattle. They were ruthless in their killings, which included women and children. Yas and everyone who was left of his gang was sentenced to life in prison.
Bass had a love-hate relationship with dust devils because of men like Yas and Eliki. In his opinion, jail was the easy way out for Yas and he deserved worse. But he wasn’t a judge or jury, so it wasn’t his job to throw conviction in the man’s direction. Besides, it was before his time and had nothing to do with him. When Bass was around ten, he stopped visiting his grandfather Hastiin. Bass had called Hastiin a coward the last time they saw each other.
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