“His hand came forward, an all too manly appendage lined by callouses. If that trigger finger could produce as accurate shooting as the callous running across it suggested, she’d be tempted to be sick. She’d worked her whole life for… — 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
