Cowboy ghosts? No. None. Not any that Lucy Lane was aware of anyway.
She had seen the sleigh approaching and, not quite yet wishing to be discovered, had ducked into one of the rickety old houses. She crouched low, watching, waiting. One of those voices seemed familiar. Painfully familiar. The other was new, but no less annoying.
She crouched down and watched as the second voice - a talking turtle, would these horrors never cease? - scampered about, knocking on doors.
The next one he would knock on would swing open, and he'd be met with a statuesque woman in a blue, red, and yellow costume, with a white hood and a cape.
"Well, well," she grinned darkly. "Will wonders never cease?"
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She had seen the sleigh approaching and, not quite yet wishing to be discovered, had ducked into one of the rickety old houses. She crouched low, watching, waiting. One of those voices seemed familiar. Painfully familiar. The other was new, but no less annoying.
She crouched down and watched as the second voice - a talking turtle, would these horrors never cease? - scampered about, knocking on doors.
The next one he would knock on would swing open, and he'd be met with a statuesque woman in a blue, red, and yellow costume, with a white hood and a cape.
"Well, well," she grinned darkly. "Will wonders never cease?"