The youth turned, with sudden, livid rage, toward the battle field. He shook his fist. He seemed about to deliver a philippic.
“Hell—”
The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.
The youth turned, with sudden, livid rage, toward the battle field. He shook his fist. He seemed about to deliver a philippic.
“Hell—”
The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.