Blogathon 2006: Chapter 10.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 0 comments link this post
Some said Max Brand had sold his soul to the devil for a chance to blacken his hands with printing ink and his soul with other people's business. He was a modern day Faust at the press who'd tell the world of the American west. Day and night he busied himself, writing and setting the type for a newspaper prized more for it's actual paper than the content he poured himself into creating.
No matter. Max Brand had a calling and it was metered out in verbs and nouns. He also had a nose for knowing with just enough control to not do too much telling in order that he might see age 40.
Such a man Dove had to see.
He caught Brand just as he was ducking into his office; the man was like a trapdoor spider, leaping out only for juicy information, otherwise unseen.
Before Dove could say a word, Brand shook his head and sighed. "Come in. I already knew you'd be coming."
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Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 7/29/2006 01:29:00 PM
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