The Hunter
Logan skimmed the water and scanned the horizon in search of his next piece entitled, "The crickets and the rust beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage thicket. 'Vamanos, amigos,' he whispered and threw the busted-leather flint craw over the loose weave of the saddle cock and they rode on in the friscalating dusk light. Trust me."
Posted October 30th, 2007 by Rory Bathegate, Portraiteur
A rose by a different name... My titles are just as cromulent as the work itself. I want the works to embiggen all that is my vision.
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L. Kincade
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Posted By: L. Kincade on October 30th, 2007 at 12:12PM PST
as in grifs brother?
Posted By: lurker on October 30th, 2007 at 05:46PM PST
Wonder if you got some novel idol named Fargo in the U.S,worth a try.If he excists in the U.S he could only get well.I like him as a youngster,though.
Posted By: Skull on October 30th, 2007 at 07:11PM PST
