Skáldsögur
Sam Heller had been hit. It wasn't all that serious but blood persisted in running down his arm. That blood made his hand slick. He needed to get it bound up and get rid of the blood- quickly, before he could draw his gun. Then, abruptly, it was too late. Lance Russell and his trusty sidekick stepped out from behind a shed.
© 2014 Robert Hale (undefined): 9780719814129
undefined: 31 januari 2014
Skáldsögur
Sam Heller had been hit. It wasn't all that serious but blood persisted in running down his arm. That blood made his hand slick. He needed to get it bound up and get rid of the blood- quickly, before he could draw his gun. Then, abruptly, it was too late. Lance Russell and his trusty sidekick stepped out from behind a shed.
© 2014 Robert Hale (undefined): 9780719814129
undefined: 31 januari 2014
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