The Final Shot
by Michael A. Clark “That was good work, James,” said Thaddeus. “I knew for whom to summon if there was hope for surviving his grievous wound.” The gaslight lamps hung…
by Michael A. Clark “That was good work, James,” said Thaddeus. “I knew for whom to summon if there was hope for surviving his grievous wound.” The gaslight lamps hung…
By Michael A. Clark It was just after dark when I got to Jack’s rented cottage across the small lake from the college campus, a rusty Schwinn Varsity 10-speed chained…