His mother—a brilliant inventor—had been acting peculiar for days, and as the evening lengthened and his older brothers helped their mother, Oliver’s curiosity grew. He waited outside with thinning patience as metal clanked and gears rattled in the other room. Plans and blueprints of mechanisms a...
Three fresh blisters. No, four, if you counted the one by her thumb. I can’t do this much longer. It’s still half a mile to the bridge, perhaps further since we are skirting away from the main road. She sat down beside the travois and held her canteen to Lone Warrior’s cracked lips. “You need mor...