They Bite.
The old man shook his head reluctantly and slid from his stool to the ground. "No thanks. I don't rightly know as I—"
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Thanks all the same." He turned and shuffled to the door.
Tallant smiled. "But why should I stay clear of the adobe?" he called after him.
The old man mumbled.
"What?"
"They bite," said the old man, and went out shivering into the night.
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Thanks all the same." He turned and shuffled to the door.
Tallant smiled. "But why should I stay clear of the adobe?" he called after him.
The old man mumbled.
"What?"
"They bite," said the old man, and went out shivering into the night.
