Thursday, April 10
Cut Throat's Gold - Part 2e: Landfall
Dril struggled to stay awake. The marsh was warm and the repeated trilling of the tree frogs and other creatures created a strange rhythm that lulled him to sleep.
Something highly offensive assaulted his nostrils. Dril straightened up, rifle in hand. He wasn’t sure what explosive marsh gas smelled like, but he knew it had to smell different than the rest of the awful odors that offended him throughout the day.
He looked around. Dril knew that marsh gas could kill. If it were really marsh gas, there would be dead animals nearby.
Then he saw something that made him forget about the gas. [MORE]
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