POV Ethridge

***April 1909***

“I’m sorry to do this to you, Mr. Sinclair, but we don’t really need horsemen like we used to. People have cars now. Have you considered getting the new Model T’s? I heard you can get them in any color now, besides the black, sir!”

“That’s…” I wanted to hit the gnome so hard his little golden teeth would rattle, but Clarence hadn’t done me wrong ...