“And to a person, they all realized something else about this legendary mountain man called Preacher. He could have easily killed all these men who now were straining their meager medical facilities and knowledge. But despite his tough talk and dire threats, he had elected to injure most and not kill. If the missionaries were secretly amused, the man-hunters certainly were not. The nobility were livid with rage, and Bones and Van Eaton and Lige were so mad they could scarcely speak. No plan they... had conceived thus far had worked, and Preacher had made fools of them—again—toying with them as if they were little children. “This is mighty fine venison you cooked up, ma’am,” Tom Evans said to Patience. “One of your men shot this today, did he?” “You might say that,” she replied. “Huh?” Tom said. “Preacher brought it in about an hour before you gentlemen arrived,” Prudence told him. Tom’s face turned beet-red and he almost choked on his food. He suddenly lost his appetite.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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