“Fetch me the money box and some punkwood, will you, my boy?" Gannon asked him, licking the honey from his plate. (I fear table manners in the cabin-indeed, all manners-had suffered since Gannon and his son had been left to… — William D. Burt Copy Share Image
“Good day to you, Sister," Gannon grunted, gritting his teeth and clenching the reins in a white-knuckled grip. "May you live to see your… — William D. Burt Copy Share Image
“Fetch me the money box and some punkwood, will you, my boy?" Gannon asked him, licking the honey from his plate. (I fear table… — William D. Burt Copy Share Image
“The greatest help oft comes in harm's disguise, to those with trusting hearts and open eyes.” — William D. Burt Copy Share Image
