We crept along silent, steam vapor rising before our eyes obscuring our vision, silently fuming and willing ourselves invisible, sos not to be seen by them, the enemy.
My companion whom was much more experienced in these awkward tracting encounters with JayDubbs, took the lead and I followed after we'd been spotted by the enemy, as they spread their WatchTowered word, but to no avail, they turned foot and abandoned the street, my companion turned to me, its all giggles, we tracted on.
We crept along silent, steam vapor rising before our eyes obscuring our vision, silently fuming and willing ourselves dead, sos not to be seen by them, the enemy.
I turned to my team mate, whom was much more experienced and he eyed me on,I pulled a blade. Make them shit his gaze said, I knew his mouth was giggling under his ghillie head wrap, and they did.
Odd times like these I'd think about the tales, of a boy beheading a drunk man, So, howd he change clothes and look clean and not appear any different than whom he impersonated? Even broken necks, by hand, people bleed out the mouth and soil themselves, Impossible, fake, liar, false book, false prophet.
We crept on through the snow.

Samual Flying Horse--please write a book about your journey in Mormonism and out of it.I'd almost sell my soul to be able to write like this.

theSam I am theMormonGod. Long time noSee.

I will buy it!

Nice to see you back SFH ...

It would have cauterized the wound, right?


:)

Well written.

Thanks all, but where's my other one called "Caribou" ?