Jun 13, 2012

Guns of the Seneca

The second boom thundered across the lake and the preacher dived under the wagon, howling like a dog with an arrow up his arse.
I reached for my pistol but an invisible force slapped it out of my hand.
“Warned you,” said Onatah. “I am safe, but you? Who knows.”


Earthquake Booms, Seneca Guns, and Other Sounds

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