Summer 1845 – Stand Not Close When Negotiating With Monsters

“You can’t agree to that!” Abney sputtered. “That’s murder!”

Father seemed to look at the man with kindness, perhaps even pity. “It would be murder if Four Horns were a man. He is not. He is a monster. He is old and tired and I would give him this boon.”

“But you’re giving him our lives!”