Dallas Coleman books

Black Mustard: Justice (2011)

Thems etrangers, there, they won’t take you ‘way.” Gran’me’ handed him a handful of teeny tiny black seeds, some of them trying to fall from his fingers. She wrapped her gnarled hands around his and hissed. “Non! No droppin’ ‘em, ‘tit. Not in the house. No inviting the boogies.” Lord. Gran and he...