Summer 1810 – Hunting the Blacktongue


Uncle Billy grimaced. “Cortez said the beast had a lair beneath that oak,” he said, pointing to the sunken tree. 

Father frowned. “Unless we are to wait for it to be hungry again, one of us will need to go down and poke it.”

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