Tarzan turned to the bearers, relaxing in the shade, and asked in his perfect Swahili, “Did this fat man shoot two white men a little while back.”
Pomeroy sneered some more as Father’s Knife slid between his third and fourth rib.
Tarzan turned to the bearers, relaxing in the shade, and asked in his perfect Swahili, “Did this fat man shoot two white men a little while back.”
Pomeroy sneered some more as Father’s Knife slid between his third and fourth rib.