It's late November, the trees bare and sleeping, the ground strewn with fallen leaves, and Mal's thoughts are turned to the thrill of the hunt, specifically for a Thanksgiving turkey or two. He's not sure what happened to the two he bagged last year (and he never did find the ostriches that Ines challenged him to find. Not that he expected to, but ( Read more... )

It's late afternoon, and after a half hour of target practice, Mal is busy on the back porch, cleaning his firearms, starting with the shotgun and working downward to the handgun. Even a gun that's been sitting in storage needs to be cleaned and checked for potential corrosion, if it's to be kept in good use ( Read more... )

Eda/Mal
Gwen/Mal
Sugar/Mal
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