All’s well that ends well (- Did someone already use that?) Conan’s in the money again. That fool he’d beaten the truth out of came true, after all. His site for the treasure was spot-on.
It had taken some work getting his hands on the gold. Conan was a bit worse for wear. More than a few scratches. Some bruising. Several days before his guts ‘d stopping aching like hell.
That ogre could hit. And afterwards .. the effort of digging up that loot – that fucking hurt. But worth it. The damage to his guts .. nothing time wouldn’t heal. Not when Conan was cheered with the chink of gold.
Left that monster on the sand. Something on this island would finish him off. Brute that size .. it’d keep a family of wild cats happy for days ……
Good fucking riddance ……
Now to find the best whore going ……….
Usually .. when he’d finished with her .. he paid off a whore with a good slapping. Cheaper than something from his purse. This time .. he’d boy himself only the best. This time he could afford to pay. And he would. Well, maybe ……