... And the night breeze sighing down from the peaks seemed to carry the mocking laughter of Wild Bill Leatherby to him. It was like the death knell of... > Lire la suite
... And the night breeze sighing down from the peaks seemed to carry the mocking laughter of Wild Bill Leatherby to him. It was like the death knell of a lifetime's hopes. He had tried to mould Bert Freeman after himself but wild blood had its way...