Clay was a man on a mission. He walked through the compound with a jar of moonshine and a couple of rolled cigarettes in a baggie on the lookout for a certain pilot. The wedding was creeping up on the horizon, and, hell, Clay wasn't sure that he'd ever looked forward to anything so much in his life but, at the same time, there were blue ( Read more... )

"Now, I don't know exactly how she got there," said Clay, offering Kaylee his arm like it was the most normal thing in the world to go wandering half clothed around desert islands with pretty girls on your arm. "I mean, Danny's tried to tell me but I don't reckon he makes that much sense. Maybe the sun's gone to his head ( Read more... )

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