Copyright 2013
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Thirty-One
“It’s so…plain.”Dorso looked at him. “Well, yeah. It’s Texas. Compared to Colorado—“ Dorso snorted. “There is no comparison. As a native Coloradan, I’m required to snark when it comes to Texas. And throw tomatoes at them, now that we’ve re-started the Colorado-Texas Tomato War.”Adal looked at Dorso to make sure he was serious. Dorso kept driving, his gaze on the road as sunset seemed to lure out every deer in the state. But Adal just couldn’t let...
Published on January 14, 2013 20:00