Previous chapter:
Chapter 53: Beast Bathed In First Bloodbath
Next chapter:
Chapter 55: Harvest Turning Ripe
PREVIEW
... reezing northern ground, each breath puffing pale into the air.
More than three hundred by his measure. Enough to matter. Enough to feed.
He kept wide, patient, letting them huddle tighter and tighter around their crude array as if closeness could make up for fear.
Then he began to topple trees. Trunks cracked and fell with slow, heavy certainty.
He laid them down closer to the formation, one after another, building a rough divide between the bandits and the bison ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
























