Not His Brother's Fool
the outdoor barbecue pit, its tip still glowing faintly from t
grabbing the poker. "Maybe
ar my face. I could feel these!" I begged, m
honey. A pretty face is all she has to sell. Mark her somewhe
ted pigsty at the back of the property, a place that hadn'
grunted, kicking open the ricke
helming. A large, half-wild sow, left to roam the pen, snorted and charged at
bdomen. It was a pain I' d never felt be
uid run down my legs, st
My baby w
watched from outside
t. Maybe she' ll pop it out right there in the mu
pride. "Caleb' s gonna be so grateful.
e world started to spin, the edges of my vision turning dark. I was