A SENTENCE BY MATT BRAUN

August 17, 2013

Frozen in their stillness like grizzled centaurs in smoked buckskin, the men stared down as if bedeviled by the sparkling water.

When you’re fixin’ to write a mountain man book like this here Bloody Hand, it’s flat proper to worry out all the purple prose you can honestly haul aboard with no fear of penalty.

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