By: Ardis E. Parshall - August 24, 2018 Where Trails Run Out By Anna Prince Redd Previous chapter Chapter 12 It was August 1884. Twilight fell and deepened the already sultry night. “It is too hot to last!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “There will be a bad storm somewhere tonight, though I doubt if it will be here.” The darkness that had fallen over the landscape was more than just a natural withdrawal of light. Elizabeth felt lonely and...
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