claim-holters

Updated: May 20, 2025

Cooms Yon Yacob an' he loan claim-holters money fife per cent, huh! Puy 'em, hide an' hoof, an' horn, an' tail! Dey all swear py Yon Yacob. He rop me. I fix him yet sometime. I hate Yon Yacob!" And Hans Wyker's hate was slow, but it was incurably poison. One morning in early autumn Dr. Horace Carey drove leisurely down the street of the town that bore his name.

Margaret Hill McCarter - Winning the Wilderness