CHAPTER 0 The Wayward Drifter
Thomas took a long draw from his cigar. The cherry burned red against the draw of his breath as the dim light of smoldering tobacco flushed his bearded, middle-aged features in a fleeting flare of crimson and shade. Most of his face was obscured within the shadow of his western-style leather hat and its large brim. It was his signature look, the western hat and long trenchcoat helped to…
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