Autumn 1845 – The Tale of the Rattlesnake and the Condor

“And you must be Little Rose!” said the creature. “I had heard Red Spider had a daughter following him about but I didn’t know you’d be such a delicate looking thing!”

I folded my arms and gave him my coldest stare.

He laughed. “Appearances are shadows and smoke. You are the Spider’s child. That’s enough for me to keep both eyes wide open!”