“How old is he, Uncle?” “Young whipper-snapper, just twenty-three.” Twenty-three! He’d never die off. The town would vote for him and then he’d be sheriff for ages and ages and she’d never get her chance.” — Anne Garboczi Evans Copy Share Image
“He had no intention of actually kissing her. Knowing Jenny, she probably put on arsenic tainted lipstick every morning. But she’d been the one… — Anne Garboczi Evans Copy Share Image
“How old is he, Uncle?” “Young whipper-snapper, just twenty-three.” Twenty-three! He’d never die off. The town would vote for him and then he’d be… — Anne Garboczi Evans Copy Share Image
“His hand came forward, an all too manly appendage lined by callouses. If that trigger finger could produce as accurate shooting as the callous… — Anne Garboczi Evans Copy Share Image
