FICTION
CORPORAL NORTHUP made her sit down in Craig’s chair, and drew up another for himself. Patricia was white and shaky, but valiantly she held herself together and forced herself not to look at those sinister stains. “Last night,” Northup said, speaking straight from the shoulder, “while Sam was down at the Den and Poleon was with you, those Chiwaughimis had their chance at Craig. They got into this cabin by jimmying that north window over there.
By WILLIAM BYRON MOWERY20 min