shooting-blood

Updated: June 13, 2025

So much of my Tennessee shooting-blood rose to my face that it is a wonder it didn't drip; but I was cold enough to have hit at forty paces if I had had a shooting-iron in my hand. As it was the coldness was the only missile that I had, but I used it to some effect.

Maria Thompson Daviess - The Melting of Molly