Category: Short Stories
The silence of the pine woods lay like a brooding cloak about the soul of Bristol McGrath. The black shadows seemed fixed, immovable as the weight of superstition that overhung this forgotten back-country. Vague ancestral dreads stirred at the back of McGrath's mind; for he wa...
The silence of the pine woods lay like a brooding cloak about the soul of Bristol McGrath. The black shadows seemed fixed, immovable as the weight of superstition that overhung...
2. Part 2No word had passed between the men since they had left the Manor. McGrath plunged on through the vegetation that choked the path. A fat, blunt-tailed moccasin slithered from und...
3. Part 3"You can't save her. You might shoot a few blacks, but there would still be scores left to kill you--and her. But I have a plan--yes, I am a priest of Zambebwei. When I was a bo...