Chapter 27

“Aye,” said Old Sawyer, slamming his jug down on the table. “That’s what ‘appened. ‘eard it with me own ears!” Palmer leaned forward, along with the many other men, young and old. “E’ery lit-le bit then?” he asked. Old Sawyer nodded self-importantly. “Aye,” he said again, welcoming the unusual attention. “All five of ‘em, dancin’… Continue reading Chapter 27