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herself up. She looked down at her
outfit and shook her head. She brought a hand up and felt her mask,
even letting her fingers play over her tight, neat, sexy bun.
    Henrietta Gosling had become a Witch
Hunter.
    Now it was time to hunt a witch.

Chapter Six
    Henrietta never usually left town; she
wasn't one for the country. She had always been a city girl, and
she got hay fever around too much grass. But here she was, jumping
out of the bus, the tires still smoking, and walking her way
towards the National Reserve forest that backed up onto the
city.
    It was still light, and would be for several
hours yet, but the cicadas were already beating their wings, and
there was a light breeze picking up and taking the edge off the
heat.
    Brick hadn't been wrong about one thing: the
grass and trees were dry. Now she put her mind to it, apart from
the sudden scuds of rain that drenched her on her way to work, it
had been a dry summer.
    “Perfect weather for a fire,” Brick shook
his head, “considering the low water content of the soil,” he
reached down, picked up some soil and rubbed it between his
fingers, “this forest will go up like a firecracker.”
    She looked at him and then shifted her gaze
carefully towards the still-smoking tires. He followed her and
shrugged. “Don't worry about them,” he flicked his hands towards
the bus, “they will be fine.”
    She nodded her head, then shook it when he
turned away.
    She held onto her wand tighter as she
started to wonder what she was doing. This was a public forest, a
public reserve. Naturally, it would be full of the public. Though
Brick had managed to park somewhere far away from the usual car
park, somehow taking the bus cross-country to park it on top of a
hill, Henrietta knew they would run into people at some point.
    She found herself clutching a hand on her
skirt and trying to make it longer.
    Brick watched her. “You don't want to do
that. Long skirts make you trip up.” He nodded at her knowingly.
“What you have there,” he pointed closely to her skirt, “is the
perfect length for action.”
    She clutched her hands into fists but didn't
say anything.
    Suddenly she turned towards the forest.
She'd heard something.
    It sounded like a child crying. It sent a
cold wave of nausea running through her body.
    “Witches,” Brick said with a powerful
sniff.
    Henrietta redoubled her grip on her
wand.
    “Warrior Woman Henrietta, it is time for
work.” Brick nodded forwards, then began to walk off towards the
forest edge.
    Despite the fact the ground was soft and
full of holes, she did not trip over in her stupendous heels. Once
again, she found she was walking with great ease, elegance even,
and she knew that if she wanted to, she could probably flip right
over the tree nearest to her. It was an odd but kind of awesome
sensation. It saw her looking at her hands in admiration.
    “If you act somewhat like you did last
night, this should be easy,” Brick said, his statement hardly
clear.
    She narrowed her eyes and turned to him,
walking right over a large rock, even though any attempt to do so
in those heels by a normal woman would see her fall on her back and
break her legs. “What are you talking about? Why don't you tell me
some real advice? Like what are the witches, and how am I meant to
fight them? What spells are the best? If I write anything in the
air, will it happen? Why don't I write ‘witch disappear?'”
    Brick frowned at her, confused. “But you
were fine last night.”
    She gave an angry harrumph. “I played it by
ear last night, and we barely got out of there alive. If you are
meant to be my warrior monk helper, then you tell me what I have to
do. I don't even know what a witch is.”
    “Really?” He looked dumbfounded.
    She wanted to hit him. He knew that she knew
nothing about this magical world, and that before yesterday, she’d
never experienced anything like this in her life.
    “I thought everyone knew what witches are?”
he pointed out