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Book 1- 6E- A Successful Trade for Medicine

Book 1- 6E- A Successful Trade for Medicine

The Scat and Sam find medicine
The Scat and Sam find medicine


The inside of the mall was a nightmare. Scat had no plans to ever go through that again. He shot Sam a look that was half-grateful, half-in-awe.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “No way I’d have made it out of there on my own.”

Sam handed Scat the medicine bottle. She’d covered the rest of the deal with the pharmacist without saying a word, just did it, like it was nothing. But Scat knew better. It wasn’t nothing.

“Meet me at the market plaza tonight,” Sam said, sliding her hands into her coat pockets. “I need backup for a little distraction… and maybe a bit of lifting lint.”

She hesitated just a second, just long enough to land the next words square in his chest.

“I hope this helps Tony.”

She then turned and disappeared down the alley.

Book 1 – 6D -A Fair Trade

Book 1 – 6D -A Fair Trade

Scat and Sam at the pharmacy counter
Scat and Sam at the pharmacy counter


Sam, Queen of the Gutter Rats, felt a flicker of irritation toward Scat, though she knew it wasn’t all his fault. She should have warned him what the pharmacist might demand in trade. The man was unpredictable, sometimes picky, other times needlessly cruel. Scat emptied his pockets. He laid everything on the counter: an old pocket watch, and several coins. His hands trembled hoping it would be enough. He suddenly wished he had grabbed the cool rock, bottle opener and fancy key from his room to include in the barter.

Book 1 – 6C. The Pharmacist

Book 1 – 6C. The Pharmacist

The Pharmacist
The Pharmacist


He calls himself “The Pharmacist,” but he doesn’t care about healing anyone.
He used to be a good man; he did everything he could to save others. But his supplies ran dry, and desperation set in.
At first, he bartered and traded, trying to keep the community afloat. It worked for a while. Then the stress broke him.
This world broke him.

Now, his concoctions are mostly fakes, cheap mixtures that, truth be told, probably do more harm than good.
If you die taking his medicine, that’s on you.

Some still remember the better days.
They remember the man he used to be, and they refuse to face what he’s become.

But those who know better see the truth:
He’s not a healer anymore.
He’s a hustler.
All he cares about is the trade.

He scams the desperate, those trying to save someone they love, or just trying to escape the pain of their own lives.