All week someone had been shooting arrows into my backyard. I’d come out in the morning for the first smoke and coffee of the day, and in the dewy silver grass was one, sometimes two arrows stuck six inches into the ground at about a 70° angle… more
All week someone had been shooting arrows into my backyard. I’d come out in the morning for the first smoke and coffee of the day, and in the dewy silver grass was one, sometimes two arrows stuck six inches into the ground at about a 70° angle… more
