. . .The days rolled into November, and the air got colder. The mountains were socked in with low clouds and fog, a light drizzle was falling, and the Sheriff was winding through the mountains, headed for Tim’s cabin with a plan that would benefit everyone.The Sheriff exited his car and looked around the smallContinue reading “The Voodoo Queen Chapter # 8”
TEXAS, BIGFOOT, MOTORCYCLES, GAME WARDENS COON HUNTING FISHING COUNTRY FOLKS SHOOT OUTS BEER JOINTS ARMED ROBBERY
The Bone Yard Slash 