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.”

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Earthquake Booms, Seneca Guns, and Other Sounds

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