Hasil Angeline perched atop a fence post next to his plump friend, Creed. Creed was a Beaumont, of the Glenwood Beaumonts, or so he claimed. Hasil had never met Creed’s family, nor had Hasil traveled up that high in the mountains. The two were intently focused on the empty window sill of one Miss PiperContinueContinue reading “Tales of Temperance: Chapter One: The Stranger Arrives”
