The Baptism Is Long But The Song Is Everlasting
Fitzulmo nodded up to cairo at the helm, and the green heron whistled for the crew to begin casting off. "i smelled him," the other sheriff muttered, grim as a gravedigger, "when we come on the boat."
Fitzulmo nodded up to cairo at the helm, and the green heron whistled for the crew to begin casting off. "i smelled him," the other sheriff muttered, grim as a gravedigger, "when we come on the boat."