gemless

Updated: June 14, 2025

The third man, Silent Lon Cronk, sunk lower at his work, even more fiercely flattening the gemless rings under the pressers. After a few moments he laid down his tools and began to stretch his long legs, scraping into a cup the bits of gold from his lap. "I've been goin' to ask ye fellers somethin' for a long time. Might as well now as any other night, eh?" "Yep," replied Eli eagerly.

Grace Miller White - From the Valley of the Missing