The Arrow's Tongue
The bright spring sun fluttered on the silvery hair of an old man as he slowly plodded along in the wake of his plow. Suddenly his plow struck an obstacle. He stopped to remove it. It was a ... Read allThe bright spring sun fluttered on the silvery hair of an old man as he slowly plodded along in the wake of his plow. Suddenly his plow struck an obstacle. He stopped to remove it. It was a human skull. Brushing aside the surrounding soil he brought to light other human bones. Em... Read allThe bright spring sun fluttered on the silvery hair of an old man as he slowly plodded along in the wake of his plow. Suddenly his plow struck an obstacle. He stopped to remove it. It was a human skull. Brushing aside the surrounding soil he brought to light other human bones. Embedded in them was an Indian arrowhead. Memories of a half century back were awakened and ... Read all