“Blast fool boy,” Beleg grumbled, loud enough to seem angry, but not so loud that it seemed like an obvious cry for attention.  “How’d’ya manage to git lost so offen.  Could’a’na fine tha’way outta yer pants wiffout yer ma’s help.” “Pa,” Ras said, his voice slightly softer and quivering a bit with concern, “go easy...Read More