To Catch a...
by justin p.
We caught him quite literally red-handed, slick to the elbows with blood, and great gouts of it on his tunic spoke eloquently of his guilt, if further proof had been needed. He'd hauled his prey down to the river, and I'd picked up the trail of blood and bent grass, then gone back for two of my men before following further
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