“Are you really going to make this old cowboy put his pants on?” I lumbered out of the tent, hatchet in hand. The moon shone brightly across the flat shrub land as I tried to peer amongst the shadows and find where they were.
Tales from the Last Frontier and Beyond
“Are you really going to make this old cowboy put his pants on?” I lumbered out of the tent, hatchet in hand. The moon shone brightly across the flat shrub land as I tried to peer amongst the shadows and find where they were.