Everyone. It's Joe.

I uh, think I've got a fair idea of what might've gone wrong. If y'see a scarecrow around from here on in, pull it apart and break the post it stands on.

That counts fer the one that was in me garden. M'sorry guys.

[[locked to Zachariah.]]

Don't tell anyone that you helped make the scarecrow for me, okay. I mean it lad. Y'tried to ( Read more... )

[He'd been there for hours, back torn open from the flogging received and body a mass of agony. Joe was aware that he wasn't the worst dealt that day, but it didn't mean his pain wasn't still on the extreme. He knew he should probably sleep, that the coming days would be busy, but for the moment, the man was content to stare blankly at the ground ( Read more... )