blood-smell

Updated: May 3, 2025

I was sweating cold, but I kept my eyes glued to them glasses like a man in a nightmare. "When he makes sure the fellow's dead, he rides alongside and flips off the rope, with the buckskin snorting and edging off at the blood-smell, I reckon. While he's coiling his rope, calm as if he'd just merely roped a yearling, the buckskin gets his head, plants it and turns on the fireworks.

B. M. Bower - The Happy Family