The Golden Oath
Chapter One Ralph Blount’s hands were slick with the grease of the crank and the cold sweat of a man who had not slept in three days, his fingers working the lever of the organ with a rhythmic, desperate precision that masked the trembling of his knees, while the white sky over the Great Plains pressed down on the squatters’ camp like a sheet of frozen iron, offering no shadow to hide the fact...
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