A Duel Among Friends: A Space Magic Western Short Novel

By Filip Wiltgren

The gunslinger on a mission of mercy. The friend willing to help him. And the noble who'd set them against each other.

“No,” I told Riina. “Out of the question. I will absolutely not do it.”

“You will,” she said, so softly that I had to lean in to hear. Nothing soft in her voice, though. It was like tungsten gravel laced with pure fluorine. “Not because I say so, not because you would do it anyhow if you just thought about it, but because if you don’t, everyone on board the Belithain will starve, and then they will freeze, and then they will suffocate. Think about that.”

Jake – the Warded Gunslinger – doesn’t enjoy mingling with the rich kids. Not his style, not his battlefield.

But when going begging from one of the Galaxy’s most notoriously thin-skinned group of nobles, he’d better shut up, dress up, and put up. Either that, or figure out how to gun down an entire planet.

A Duel Among Friends is a short novel of guns and magic in a distant future, where dragons are real, warp-stone ships roam the galaxy, and too much money means slights of honor are settled with cold, hard steel. It’s got cowboys and touchy, gun-totting nobles, found family, true companions, and magitech in a sprawling space opera.

A Duel Among Friends is the fourth standalone novel in the Warded Gunslinger series. Get it now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: LVE Press
• Release date: Apr 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9789189545106

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A Duel Among Friends

A Warded Gunslinger Short Novel

Filip Wiltgren

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Copyright © 2024 Filip Wiltgren www.wiltgren.com

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

N o, I told Riina. Out of the question. I will absolutely not do it.

Her smile remained glued to her face, gentle and impassive, a larger crease among all the wrinkles. The image of a perfect lady, if the lady had forgotten to iron herself this morning. Riina had more wrinkles than crumpled tinfoil.

You will, she said, so low and gentle that I had to lean in order to hear. Nothing gentle in her voice, though. It was like tungsten gravel laced with pure fluorine, heavy, cutting, and so full of bite that it would have made a void wyrm shy away. Very much at odds with her sing-song accent. You will behave, Riina said. You will nod in the right places, you will stay silent, and you will dance when I tell you to dance.

My knees trembled, which made me voidmunchingly mad. I turned that anger on Riina, but her glare blew it away. I might as well have tried shooting a star with a plasma cannon.

You will, she said. Not because I say so, not because you would do it anyhow if you just thought about it, but because if you don't, everyone on board the Belithain will starve, and then they will freeze, and then they will suffocate. Think about that.

I did, for all of a tenth of a second.

I still don't like it, I said.

You don't have to like it, Riina said. You just have to do it. Now shush and smile and look poor but interesting.

The poor part will be easy, I said. Should have gotten a proper jacket instead of this ridiculous brown vest.

Whatever Riina was about to say next got cut short by a booming crash as the two golden doors before us opened.

No, not golden. Gold. Solid gold doors. My ears rang from the impacts as they struck the brick walls. What crudmuncher thought that was a good idea?

Probably the same crudmuncher who thought it was a good idea to have eight big guys in red tunics and green tights shove them open instead of using a normal electro-mag control. Rich people. Proof that money rots your brain. That, and dancing.

But I had to give it to them, the hall behind the doors was impressive. From the outside, it was nothing but a ten meter wall of red brick topped by a completely black, glossy, perfectly smooth dome. Probably made of glass, too, the crazy mungers.

Inside, it was a jungle. Literally.

I've lived on terraformed, Goldilocks-zone planets. I've bathed in seas of water so vast that they ran beyond the horizon. I've been chased by an animal with teeth bigger than my fingers, and smelled spices so fragrant they would fill your dreams.

The Hall of Unity on Dromond wasn't quite that, but it was a close second. It opened up to a single room, larger than the Belithain's eight-hundred-meter cargo bay. I couldn't see the far wall. And the room was filled with life. Platforms, fifty to a hundred meters wide, filled with red-, green-, and golden-leafed trees festooned with finger-thin lianas hung with drooping white flowers. Other platforms contained clear-walled aquariums full of fat red-and-white fish large as my arm. Sometimes, one overflowed into another, creating waterfalls. Paths of smooth, black rocks meandered between small plazas paved in blue, white, red. Primary colors, sharp hues, all of it floating on multiple levels.

I must have gaped, because Riina's elbow found my ribs, and I jerked into action, moving smoothly to take her arm like I'd been taught, and let myself be guided into the Hall's magnificent garden. The doors crashed shut behind me, but I was almost too overwhelmed to notice. This could not have been built by mere technology. I conjured a thread of force, closing my eyes and feeling around with it on the closest platforms. No wards, no magic. It was all engineering.

Crud, I said. That's some fancy garden.

The air was clean, crisp. Cool, not hot and humid as I'd expected. A bare hint of wet mulch in the air, a tad of flowery fragrance. A gentle wind caressed my face, coming from the ground. Ventilation. You could probably walk through the Hall with raging allergies and not feel a thing.

Riina gave my arm a tiny jerk, and I realized she'd been talking.

Didn't you read the brief? she said, looking at a map on her small, discreet com readout.

I almost considered lying, but Riina didn't deserve it. She was good people.

No, I said. Skimmed the introduction on our way down.

I didn't add that I'd spent most of the trip warding new armor for the Belithain until I had a daily migraine, when I wasn't warding leaks in its hull, or attempting to create a transmission tower and a sensor net so we wouldn't be both blind and deaf, or trying to help Riina's Kylians reboot a faulty hydroponics pump because Hao wasn't available, or had collapsed at her work table in engineering. Even the hatchling had to fend for itself, munching on buckets of kibble the times it woke up alone in my cabin.

Riina didn't comment on my lack of preparations. She'd been working just as hard. I was amazed that she managed to stand up, let alone move.

We walked past a waterfall, but only a few warm droplets made their way to my skin. A bird with brilliant-green, incandescent plumage flashed past from tree to tree.

Riina had been adamant we get on the Dromoni's good side. I was beginning to agree with her. If this was their top notch, then their bargain bottom would still be