Authors: Dianne Greenlay
I coulda’ kept her fer a little fun myself, fer awhile anyways! Shit! What the bejeezes happened here? She ain’t even armed. She escaped with nothin’ more than the rags on her back. What a total waste!
He peered over at her corpse. Now all that he had to show for his time and effort was the tiny scrap of a baby still cradled in the crook of her lifeless arm.
Mewing brat!
That was what had drawn him in this direction in the first place, only a heartbeat before the sound of the musket blast.
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