May 11th excerpt:
Rumsfeld nosed at Sam’s jacket then whined at the dark splotch that covered one arm, tenderly licking the tiny limb.
“It’s okay,” Sam promised. “It’s not my blood. I just didn’t get a chance to change my jacket.”
May 11th excerpt:
Rumsfeld nosed at Sam’s jacket then whined at the dark splotch that covered one arm, tenderly licking the tiny limb.
“It’s okay,” Sam promised. “It’s not my blood. I just didn’t get a chance to change my jacket.”
Brothers Apart 